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I was looking for an image that had to do with "forgetfulness," and I stumbled accidentally upon this painting, by the German romantic or symbolist painter Eugen Bracht, about whom I know absolutely nothing.  Its title is Gestade der Vergessenheit, or The Shore of Oblivion (info only in German, sorry).  It's impressive enough, so I figured I may as well use it!

Forgetfulness is my theme, because here it is, definitely time to call it a night, and I just realized I forgot to post anything today.  I have been thinking about writing up some ideas on coronavirus and globalization, prompted by an essay I read that struck me as misguided.  But that will have to wait for (maybe?) tomorrow.

The day was filled with housekeeping for my courses and some grading.  The first big wave of grading in the new online regime is about to sweep over me (like the waves in the painting): papers in EMW awaiting my critical eye, exams today in my Luther seminar, more exams on Monday in Humanities, still more on Wednesday in Intro Political Thought.  I will need to give myself a motivational pep talk.

For now, maybe I'll read just a few pages by Gert Jonke (about whom I also promised I would post) and then let the sound of those crashing waves lull me right into oblivion.
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