Wednesday, December 29, 2004

We usually insulate ourselves from current events pretty well here, gentle reader, but this morning I woke to the sound of Muse weeping.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her.

She simply shook her head and continued grieving, more intensely than I can recall from recent memory.

Imagine your graduating class. Mine was around 2000. I multiplied that by 50. And then I pictured everyone dead.

Sometimes the world breaks, and tens of thousands of hearts break along with it. This kind of sundering is the worst of times. That’s an understatement.