No, you know what, fuck this, fuck you. I’m not taking this shit. No. I’m a real autumn fan. I live in western Washington. Its fall is not picturesque fog and sun. It’s just fucking rainy and wet and overcast and miserable and the leaves are all fallen and brown. And I love it for that. It’s honest. It’s indifferent. Not a pretentious bone in its body. Here’s the cold. Here’s the rain. Take it, if you want. Stay inside, if you don’t. Spring and summer are twin lies, a Faustian bargain for sunlight. And winter, oh, my love, I shall speak of you on another day.

Huh? Oh, right.

Fuck you. Fall for life.