This post carries that sharp edge of urgency—but underneath it, there’s grief too. Grief for how trust keeps eroding, how power keeps shifting behind closed doors while most folks are just trying to stay afloat.
What lands most is the reminder that democracy isn’t just threatened by noise—it’s slowly hollowed out in the quiet, procedural …
This post carries that sharp edge of urgency—but underneath it, there’s grief too. Grief for how trust keeps eroding, how power keeps shifting behind closed doors while most folks are just trying to stay afloat.
What lands most is the reminder that democracy isn’t just threatened by noise—it’s slowly hollowed out in the quiet, procedural moves we’re told not to worry about. The reshaping of the Court feels less like a news story, more like a tectonic shift we won’t fully grasp until it’s settled—and too late.
This isn’t about panic. It’s about presence. Staying awake, even when the headlines blur.
This post carries that sharp edge of urgency—but underneath it, there’s grief too. Grief for how trust keeps eroding, how power keeps shifting behind closed doors while most folks are just trying to stay afloat.
What lands most is the reminder that democracy isn’t just threatened by noise—it’s slowly hollowed out in the quiet, procedural moves we’re told not to worry about. The reshaping of the Court feels less like a news story, more like a tectonic shift we won’t fully grasp until it’s settled—and too late.
This isn’t about panic. It’s about presence. Staying awake, even when the headlines blur.