Notes is starting to feel like if twitter and LinkedIn had a baby and it grew up angst-literary and went to do an earnest low-paid editorial assistant internship at a New York publishing firm. Except New York has been devastated by a post-nuclear-war zombie apocalypse and everyone is armed with a machete. But they’re still trying to pitch magazine features and working on their Great Novel evenings and weekends. Between zombie slayings. While dreaming of defecting to the MFA world and workshopping their novel while fighting country zombies instead.