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The logic of the coup that is going on now. And how to resist it. snyder.substack.com/p/the-logic-...

submitted 46 days ago • 354 comments

An inflatable snowman hangs onto twelfth night in seasonal fog and a #measure of resolution ‘Leave him be’, the old people at the bus stop say, as they gather in their stories of a harsher snow and all the light is already packed away, with none of us ready to face the winter alone. #vss365

submitted 73 days ago • 7 comments

Your continuous curiosity kept me on my toes, inspiring debate. Uneasy #questions foreshadowed a promising generation. Queries quieted. Turning to artificial intelligence, you swallow answers with ease. Discussion erased by the right answer. It's not your fault, though. We saw it coming. #vss365

submitted 74 days ago • 1 comment

Finally, the little engine turned over. She popped it in reverse. Thump. Thump. She put it in first and the thumping accelerated as the car did. Pulling over to inspect the sound’s source, Mel saw the problem wasn’t #mechanical. Her tire was slashed, spilling like liquid on the asphalt. #WIPSnips

submitted 75 days ago • 0 comments

Can you hear it? That little click, Subtle but insistent. Something out of place. A glitch in the system, A hitch in the plan Almost perfect but not. That is music, When the polish crumbles, And we wield our flaws as shields, Defiantly human, Broken cogs each #turning In their own time. #vss365

submitted 76 days ago • 0 comments

The jagged edges refuse to line up, a telltale sign of the highest order. Baskerville cuts deeper embossed on the page rather than glowing blue. My fingers glide across what I already know, revisiting your world, pressing your words in, sure to last long after the final #turn of the page. #vss365

submitted 76 days ago • 0 comments

Mel circled the block, but each way she turned, roads were unlit and parking was forbidden. #Accepting her situation, Mel parked her Civic next to the Burns’ SUV, a go-cart next to a spaceship. Their driveway was a long road, its curves drawn by the sparkling lights illuminating each side. #WIPSnips

submitted 76 days ago • 0 comments

I’m walking one way Sometimes I’m thinking The world behind me’s Spinning the other But i’m not #turning Around to chase it I see the horizon ahead It’s waiting in colours hello Imma run to it barefooted #vss365

submitted 76 days ago • 5 comments

The sunlight woke her. She was in the same supine position as when she fell asleep. Typically she thrashed, turning and turning like a gas #station hot dog, her covers in a tangle. But she slept hard and, for once, felt rested. Her roommate’s bed was vacant and neatly made. #WIPSnips

submitted 77 days ago • 0 comments

‘Moonlit Seas’ I became glass— your shattered mirror, and resolution in rivulets, weeping gaps. The valley below, and the sea beyond— Won’t you join me there in that bay blue pensive, where the churn of the moon makes saline, a solution? #vss365

submitted 78 days ago • 0 comments

Every year, a midnight celebration. We cheer, exchange kisses All alcohol and sugar. Then, in the quiet hours, In the waning moments of the bacchanal, We see the blank canvas, An unknown future, Ready to paint. Our resolutions, The first shades of color Added to a new year. #vss365 #resolution

submitted 78 days ago • 0 comments

If I chased an image other than my own, how would people recognize me when I showed up richer, thinner, more enlightened? Good thing the #resolution was poor, lacking clarity. I would hate to lose my basic likeness. My flaws remain each year, but I sweat them less as my vision fades. #vss365

submitted 78 days ago • 0 comments

The #government commissioned the famous architect to design it at the start of World War I as a meeting spot for soldiers. Now, in 1995, balconies provided diners with a unique vantage point, and as people maneuvered to tables, Mel saw its was a hub for VCs to broker the next startup. #WIPSnips

submitted 78 days ago • 0 comments

The bud peeked awake, infatuated with daylight #prompting it to play Then recklessly opened, blossoming wildly in the glow of a noonday star Wilted back into itself as the sun's warmth faded from the sky Yet its hope did not wither, for it knew a secret: The radiance would rise again. #vss365

submitted 79 days ago • 1 comment

Slow and steady rarely results in gold, but it sustains me and those who count on me to have the heft needed to be unshakeable when the ground quakes. I've yet to stumble across a post selling the beauty of being boring, but I remain optimistic that #promptness and reliability will trend. #vss365

submitted 79 days ago • 1 comment

“I didn’t recognize you,” he said. Mel’s palm moved to the nape of her neck, now entirely bare. It had been weeks since she had it cut, and finally, she was no longer #surprised upon feeling the soft bristles at the back of her head. Looking in the mirror was still jarring, but less so. #WIPSnips

submitted 79 days ago • 0 comments

Unable to recall the last time I was alone in the house or the car or my thoughts, I begged for time to speed up, craving #solitude, a lifetime away. Delicious when it finally arrived, it turns out I only needed a small daily dose. Taken in excess, the side effects were unwanted. #vss365

submitted 80 days ago • 0 comments

Previously #aloof, he was now both appalled and amused, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Now. School is about to start. You have another offer?” His question stung. He knew she was desperate. This was her last shot, as the hiring window was millimeters from being firmly closed. #WIPSnips

submitted 80 days ago • 0 comments

Mel carved a frustrating trail to her room. Few students moved for the new teacher who didn’t have the gravitas to part the seas like Mr. Finau. No #nonsense, he beat a direct path, chin up and elbows out, barking orders to step aside for those who somehow didn’t see him coming. #WIPSnips

submitted 81 days ago • 0 comments

I can’t #stay here Between that place Salvaged, With grit and torment, From the disasters of the past, And this, Amongst the whispering shadows Of how I wanted it to be. This #schism Needs a Bridge, An engineering miracle In praise of failure. To work. #vss365

submitted 81 days ago • 0 comments

A schism of silence she, lost in her wine and he, gazing at the bare hills in the distance Continuing a holiday argument both remembered to pack #vss365

submitted 82 days ago • 0 comments

I fling a zinger right where it hurts. Sharp words travel fast no matter the distance, puncturing immunity. Silence screams as the extent of the damage unfolds. Further tests needed to see how to make apologies fly far and fast across the #schism that spreads aggressively between us. #vss365

submitted 82 days ago • 1 comment

Rather than signaling for her to sit at the round work table, a setup that invited one to #stay for conversation, the principal retreated to his executive chair, a throne made of well-worn leather. Mel assumed a small seat opposite his desk. It was as if they were separated by a grand piano.

submitted 82 days ago • 0 comments

Give me the #idyllic existence of a ceiling-corner spider. Dinner delivered, space otherwise untouched by anything but the ebb & flow of torchiere light. The chaos of the greater world a silken shiver, a rare & hesitating doorbell press, a harp's elegant glissando at the far side of my web. #vss365

submitted 83 days ago • 2 comments

A construct of another time, it was a company town. Spreckles was #responsible for providing everything employees could need. Mel passed the volunteer fire station and the miniscule post office, reminders of a simpler life when a now gone sugarbeet refinery was the engine for everything. #WIPSnips

submitted 82 days ago • 0 comments

Poetry is my idyllic place A quiet moment With only my thoughts and pen I may only be picking at scabs But if it’s only from my hand The story is all mine #vss365 #idyllic

submitted 83 days ago • 1 comment

An idyllic life is one of eight billion ways to live and learn and love and get your heart caught in a vise that squishes love out and drains you of who you were then you fill up again and you keep doing it as you travel your path and get lost and find yourself again and again. #vss365 #idyllic

submitted 83 days ago • 3 comments