So I’ve been thinking a lot about the Apocalypse recently. Actually, that’s nothing new at all—I have a morbid penchant for earth-shattering madness. But this whole ordeal, revving up for a second round, with the unpronounceable Icelandic volcano gives me an excuse to write about things that are… doomy. (P.S. Neil, had you really not heard about this?).
The volcano has caused a bit of drama, I hear, for many stranded Columbians. Now, I’ve got a lurking suspicion that this volcano—being, after all, a great affront to the modern world and our convenience—is and will continue in its aftermath to drudge up some apocalyptic sentiments on campus.
