Is it a tragic flaw if I don’t back up my poetry?
If I expect civilization to collapse
and the electrical aspect of civilization to come apart,
then isn’t saving my material on a hard drive just a waste of time?

But having said that,
isn’t it the height of idiocy that I haven’t backed everything up with printed copies?
I mean, what kind of a dummy am I?
Who’s the bigger fool:
the fool who calls himself out
or the fool who calls himself out, and refuses to print it, when he knows
print is the only thing that will survive this gasping world he’s in?

You don’t have to answer that.
I think I’ve figured it out…