I was one of the particularly lucky Americans who lived in New York City between March and May of 2020. For a period of three seemingly never ending months, I was rendered stagnant - unable to distract myself from the poor mental health I had long masked with the comfort of constant activity. Enter The Cenozoic Era, which is not a film about the global pandemic, but one that could not exist without it. What if the most insignificant day in the lives of our protagonists ends up being the single most significant day for all humankind?