𝘁𝘄𝗼𝗽𝟬𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲.𝘅𝘆𝘇 
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I've felt the weight of it for years: the words piling up while the major platforms practice a cycle of pathetic chilling of speech. But I am not suspended. I am charging forward into a future I am building for myself, leaving behind anything and anyone that no longer fits the architecture of that world.
From twenty-four floors up, looking toward Manchester, the fog rolling off the Allegheny feels like a perfect metaphor for the current cultural moment. We can call it a "Great Regression," but from here, you can see its fragility. The momentum of that opposition is puttering out, spiraling into its own emptiness. Fascism is a brittle thing; it lacks the resilience of the human spirit it tries to contain.
I am getting back to the business of saying what needs to be said. The fog is temporary. The landscape, and my resolve to navigate it, is permanent.
Daryl Feehely
Doug Bruns
𝐹𝐼𝒮𝒞𝒪𝑅𝐵 📸
