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I've made the mistake of following the news all day on-line and in newspapers. I'm normally not personally affected by current events, especially when there's no one involved that I can really identify with other than on the grounds that we're both human beings. I even felt irked for some reason when a girl in class yesterday said she had wanted to cry all day long, I guess because I thought it was insincere. But after looking at all the shocking, nauseating images and reading all the unbelievable first-hand accounts I've been on the verge of tears off and on for hours and hours. And I feel guilty and impotent there's nothing I can do (I'm impoverished in just about every way imaginable). I even debated posting this entry because it seems selfish to pine about how sad I am when there's millions of people directly affected that have a "right to grieve", if there's such a thing. But the ultimate irony of the day came when I tried to read spanish poetry to feel better and I turned to my first assignment for Gabriela Mistral. I flipped the page and to my frustration read the title: "Los sonetos de la muerte".