INFJ, in a slightly bewildered voice: Everyone is making these picture collages of 2017.

INTP, faintly, from another room, like the voice of a determined seal rising from the depths of the ocean to greet the crew of an experimental submarine: I want to make a nine-panel collage where every panel just says ‘shit’.

INFJ: repeats ‘shit’ like fourteen times, experimentally.

INTJ: cackles, signs into the blog really fast before they get distracted and forget this happened.