There’s a plane missing somewhere off the coast of Vietnam, somewhere between Malaysia and Bejing, having most likely plummeted  into ocean during the ‘safest part of the flight,’ with 240 people onboard. When I first read about this last night, my brain did this deeply naive and illogical and selfish and very American thing that I hate: I immediately thought, oh, phew, it’s another country, I’m safe. I’d like to take this moment to check myself, and try again: this is terrible. Terrible. My thoughts and prayers are with every person on that plane and every person who loves them.