I've got to get busy reading Silent Catastrophes, it's 411 pages and I have 2 books of poems and a book being held and 3 more on the way, but it's not a crisis by any means, there are far more anxiety-provoking things. like, I just want to say i'm sorry we have to think about the Final Trump, at all. It's too stupid, but it's our very existence, even while we may have our heads burrowed in a book, like say, Silent Catastrophes.