I found myself staring at the Graduate Program in Asian Studies page on berkeley.edu for at least the fourth time just now. The deja vu is so intense, almost like rapid black flashes in my vision. Yet more intense is the opacity of my memory as to when I first clicked onto this page. I remember clearly each time that I knew I'd been in this place before, but the knowledge of 'before' is braced in the midst of a memorial ice floe, and I have no idea how it got there. Anyway I am going to have to take a million standardized tests soon, and the more I think about it, screw all degrees ending with E.