Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 12, 2024
Going through two consecutive green lights without having to even take your foot off the gas during morning rush hour (and while slightly speeding) is evidence that the gods sometimes love you.
Going through two consecutive green lights without having to even take your foot off the gas during morning rush hour (and while slightly speeding) is evidence that the gods sometimes love you.
In an age where every word is a potential weapon and every hurt feeling a crime scene, the loudest moralists aren’t protecting the vulnerable—they’re auditioning for the Inquisition.