I again tried to talk myself into twitter. To get in the mood, I did searches like “feminists to follow” and “best written feeds.”
And again felt like I was in a small room with people shouting at each other in one-sentence increments.
I persevered, looking up every name on “50 Best Book People to Follow on Twitter.”
The only vaguely interesting remark was, “If you have a dream, don’t waste your energies explaining why”
In which case, the lack of a period gave me anxiety.
I remain twitterless.