[b]Nein
Mid-October. The leaves slowly changing from Tolstoy to Nabokov then back to Dostoevsky.[/b]
Imagine them in the dead of Winter. Sam Beckett at the very least.
Or maybe even Emil Cioran.
We regret to inform you about tomorrow. It’s another day.
Same with the day after that, I’m guessing.
I remember when our biggest concern was how to pronounce hegemony.
Back in the days of Henry Kissinger.
Please, friends. Don’t tell people to go to hell. It’ll ruin it for the rest of us.
Here that means the Kids.
Let’s be honest. All of our favorite verbs are irregular.
Not unlike the nouns.
Deleted tweets. The lucky ones.
Alas, no lucky posts here.