Saga of a glosssy and glittering ourobourosss
Societal rupture reflected in one family's life on the internet
on the neighborhood watchers of Nextdoor
It is the sort of app where you talk about having a headache, the fact that you’re horny, a memory you have of your father that still fucks you up, and of course, pictures of your dog, mostly to a cobbled-together group of people you’ve never even met who have, for some unknown reason, all agreed not to judge.
The drizzling stopped a minute or so later.
The best chance for a restaurateur in Taiwan is to be good-looking, win some kind of international competition, and also have switched careers to pursue a driving passion involving food.
At any time I may be called upon to explain some basic concepts of decency.
“Community policing” means so many things that it doesn’t really mean anything at all.
The laundry takes a while so I start quitting Facebook and Twitter during the spin cycle.