Who do you trust when the news is fake, your partner is cheating on you and global politics is an exploding clown car? Byron Vincent is diagnosed with an anxiety disorder, but with dying icons, impending climate catastrophe and that bloke from Home Alone Two in charge of world’s largest nuclear arsenal; isn’t blind panic the only sane response? The world is falling apart so Byron is desperate to hold his relationship together, even if it means playing STI roulette and stalking a bodybuilder. It’s a glib postmodern age in which cynicism is cool, modern life is rubbish and sincerity is for suckers; but as concepts like truth, peace and hope become risible anachronisms, maybe it’s time to re-evaluate our perspective. In a post-satire age, what’s so funny about peace love and understanding?