It’s November, and I feel like the world’s died. The weather’s in mourning.
November and December sometimes seem like bonus months, included in our calendar to make us think we were getting a good deal,
when really they just weren’t good enough to be included in the shorter calendars other planets got.
It’s a strange time. Two months left until the numbers flip us over into a new decade. Six months left until we get a new
government. The promise of change, but change on its own is not hope.