Now you have to imagine this exchange going on with a woman in her late sixties from Coffee County Alabama. Take that accent you’re imagining and turn it up just a hair, and prepare for a parental lore drop…
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Apparently, this is progress now: not better journalism, not stronger impartiality, not serious cultural debate — just another round of “look how brave we are” programming wrapped in glitter and funded by people who may not have…
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AI friend tells us about the person who hurt them, and suddenly we know who the "bad guy" is."t made me think about how often we know a person only through someone else's version of them.
Until the lion learns to write, every story will glorify the hunter."
#ReflectionsOnGlass The window weeps, a slow descent of light-laced tears, as if it lent its surface to the night's soft grief. Each smear a prism, brief relief from what is solid, known, and stark.
when I finally know you, lover, beloved, dearest— what will you do when I flinch the first time you move too fast? is there offense when you hear a tremble as I ask whether I’ve upset you? do you see it opportunistic as the others did, or will you hold me? would you ask why?