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These are difficult times.

"NOVEMBER

On a pale sandhill
A bare tree stands;
The death-wind
Has snatched the last few leaves."

--Jun Fujita in Poetry (1921)

Paint It Black.

“The novel used to feed our search for meaning… It was the great secular transcendence. The Latin mass of language, character, occasional new truth. But our desperation has led us toward something larger and darker. So we turn to the news, which provides an unremitting mood of catastrophe. This is where we find emotional experience not available elsewhere. We don’t need the novel… We don’t even need catastrophes, necessarily. We only need the reports and predictions and warnings.” –Don DeLillo, Mao II (1991)

Unconditional discharge.