I think I saw this via Mark Harris' Twitter account before Elon musked everything up. For a time, as a non-user, I couldn't even access Twitter. Yesterday I found I could again, though if you go to anyone's page you don't get their tweets (Xes? Echhs?) in reverse chronological order, as before. Now they're all over the place: 2022, 2017, 2020. Interesting snapshots, though. Right, that particular Trump idiocy. Right, another one. Right, the first awful days of the pandemic. Good times. 

The point is, I don't know if I've ever felt so seen in a cultural tweet before. 

Damien Owens, it turns out, is a writer, with several novels. I bought one of them on the strength of this tweet. You can find him on Amazon here. Yes, for some reason, I don't do Facebook or Twitter but still do Amazon. I'm not saying it makes sense.

He's also on Mastodon, and on the Blue Sky thing that's still in beta. We're all trying to figure it out. We all want to hang but the guys throwing parties are such, such assholes.