A Sign

Every now and then I get (or, rather, interpret) a sign that I've been reading too much academic writing. Today's was when I heard the following lyrics from a song by Mason Jennings:
when all the world turns into hospitals and jails
i can always count on your love to be my bail
and my very first thought was, "It's a Foucauldian love song!"

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