A gentle reminder that autumn is for the poets. Fall is for the rest of us.

Dystopia. I always thought it’d be smarter.

Yes, the week has come to an end. But we regret to inform you that everything else has not.

A gentle reminder about true Romantics. They spend Valentines Day alone.

We regret to inform you that, yes, there is a tomorrow.

Sorry. You caught me at a bad historical moment.

A gentle reminder that it’s not too late now. That was decades ago.

Still my favorite platform.

The good news: the year is ending. The bad news: I’m told there will be another.

Remember, friends, you don’t have to be hopeless. But it helps.

Yes, the week is ending. But we regret to inform you that everything else is not.

A gentle reminder that someday all social media will end. And we’ll return to our books. And hope they’ll still speak to us.

Harsh, maybe. But polite.

Monday. The cruelest month.

The worst thing: it’s not twitter. The best thing: it’s not twitter.

I’m just here to see how we end.