While the Indians wonder which company will bring their next bag of rice, and the orphans of Sudan wake to find peppers smeared into their eyes as they slept in the streets, and the Thai revolt and the Chinese fall under one more earthquake, I sit... and sleepily sink further into the sofa. Jamaicans are drowning and the impoverished of New Orleans are evacuating once more, Mexican puppies are left to die in the streets and ninety-year old Georgians suffer fresh wounds from Russians invading, yet, despite worldwide emergency, my own eyes are burning, and that familiar ennui begins to set in.
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