10:54 PM (PST): My former roommate tweets about how awesome bartending school is. I’m elated for her, and I tweet this back.

10:57 PM (PST): A casual friend, a young single mother, a poet whose words have moved me, updates her Facebook status: He cheated on me. Something inside me breaks for her. I don’t know what to say, if I can even say anything helpful.

I retreat to a fresh window. I write a post recording this strange moment because I don’t know what else to do.