Conversations about job precarity in higher ed often turn to leaving the academy for “industry.” But what, Kay Sohini asks, is the industry for a lit grad? When I was 28 years old, my father had a heart attack. Across the world from where he was being taken to the operating room, I prayed to the same forces that make me question my lingering theism every time I engage with the day’s news. My spouse, an atheist with an unfailing conviction, says that the deity of my choice is a small god. He says that a god sans omnipotence is a godmother at best.