How had the superstorms become sentient, anyway? Global warming? Fukushima fallout? Terrorists? God? And if they were actually intelligent, why did they leave notes that read like Tweets from stoned teenagers? Nobody really knew. Life went on, in the meantime, amidst the debates, the preparations, and the prayers.

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I have a lot of feelings about tea, and maybe some general anti-authoritarian issues. Hopefully that explains why I got pissy when a cafe tried to exert absolute control over my tea-drinking experience.

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On May 22, 2011, after a random text exchange with an old friend, I moved to Chicago instead of France. My Gozamos bio still says that I recently landed in the city, as if I were a migratory bird blown off course, who liked the city well enough to build a nest and roost in it.

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