cows watch sunsets.

READ VORACIOUSLY

EAT VORACIOUSLY

TAKE NOTE OF BIRDS

MAKE ART YES THAT ART

KEEP GOING

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That is, when an official told you, a rice farmer, that you owed more taxes than you really did, it was very useful if you were good enough at math to know he was lying (and could prove it) and if you were good enough at writing to write a letter to your government defending your case.

It is, by any metric, a small country masquerading as a city.

It governs more lives and more wealth than most nations. If democratic socialism — housing reform, public banking, equitable taxation — functions here, it obliterates the myth that such governance can’t work at scale. The fear isn’t ideological. It’s empirical. Because if Mamdani can keep the lights on, reduce homelessness, and maintain economic growth without catering to Wall Street, then the capitalist gospel collapses under its own dead weight.

What terrifies the establishment isn’t failure. It’s feasibility.

If it works in New York, there’s no reason it can’t work in Nebraska. If it works in Queens, it can work in Kansas City. And once proof exists, belief becomes irrelevant. The ship of democracy, fully refitted, will keep sailing — and no one can claim it isn’t American."

In my mind there’s three possibilities:

1) they’re all in sync, shits done in minutes cause magical teamwork honed through years of training.

2) it’s complete carnage, Rumi tries to give directions, Mira gets frustrated when she describes the screws as Small and Smaller, Zoey is holding something backwards cause she’s fully trusting Rumi and her instructions, but her instructions include left and right in relation to nothing.

3) Mira and Rumi are sitting and watching as Zoey blazes through each piece like a zoo animal given enrichment puzzles. They have boba and hold Zoeys straw to her mouth whenever she asks.

"It’s finished, it’s done. You can’t take loved away.”

- Tamsyn Muir, Nona the Ninth