too many coincidences

And not good ones, either. Earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes. Whatever next. Oh wait, I don't really want to know.

At times like this, doing textual analyses of poems, novels and plays by dead white men, or living non-white women for that matter, just seems terribly, selfishly irrelevant. Surely there must be other ways spend our time and energies, to not waste our lives.

Here's hoping that friends and loved ones in the Philippines, Taiwan, and elsewhere, are, and will remain, safe and well.
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