You say you want a revolution. But you’d love a weekend.

It’s not the heat. It’s late capitalism.

Sorry to have to inform you A Manifesto by Nein. actually exists. In Prague.

Just not my cup of world.

We regret to inform you that the intelligence is artificial. The ignorance, real. And your college degree, somewhere in between.

Putsch. A German word. Meaning coup. Which is a French word. Meaning one thing if you win. And another entirely if you lose.

Shortest Wagner I’ve ever seen.

If Russian literature has taught us anything, it’s how to construct characters. Not plots.

Belarus. A beautiful place to spend one’s prefenestration.

It was the best of times. It was the worst of terms and conditions.

The bad news: reading this tweet will result in your being able to read one less tweet. This is, of course, also the good news.

Please push 1 to be. Please push 2 not to be. Or simply hang up. To never have been at all.

We regret to inform you that Twitter is losing its bird. But don’t worry. It will still be a cage.

We regret to inform you about tomorrow. It’s another day.

Signifying nothing. It’s harder than it looks.

“It’s not the end of the world,” she said. “Unfortunately.”

Remember, friends, there’s no need to get dressed up for Halloween. Your true monster is on the inside. And anyone who loves you will know it.

A beautiful day to change color. Fall gently to the ground. And make a charming little spectacle of your decay.

If you need me, I’ll be at bsky.app/profile/neinqu… Wondering why.