People trying to protect their neighbors are not the problem. The fact that some of you are thinking that way reflects a level of psychological capture & submission to fascism that you should interrogate. If they want an "excuse" to do something, they'll create one. The good guys aren't the problem.

“Looking at dollars and cents, highways are a poor economic investment. They occupy nearly 25% of U.S. urban land — an area equivalent to West Virginia and valued at $4.1 trillion — yet their supposed benefits don’t justify these enormous costs.” Via @fastcompany.com

The real cost is a LOT higher.

My nightly mourning over mother’s marble sarcophagus in the mausoleum by the dark cliffs on the edge of the estate was rudely interrupted by a lone Mourning Dove crying out from behind one of the bejeweled urns on the alter. I suppose we are both alone for all eternity, so I will gladly forgive it!

I once got lost in the enormous hedge maze my Aunt Hyacinth commissioned to escape her night terrors. I was gone for hours, even after it got dark. It exhausted me so I fell asleep; would you believe that when I awoke I was back in my bed chamber? I still feel the chill of that night years later.

I have this nagging feeling that the servant boys (I haven’t gotten around to learning their names) are always laughing at me when I’m not looking. Little do they know that I’ve been watching them in the kitchen through the portrait of my late grandmother. I haven’t caught them yet; maybe they know?

I simply adore spending the day in the conservatory, rain pattering on the stained glass, as I tend to the giant water lily grandfather gifted me from his time in Burma. It’s fragrant and delightfully pink. It might be my only friend.

I loathe when Mistress whacks her ruler over my knuckles when I’m naughty during our tutelage; egads does it hurt! Father says I can’t fire her, so I need to come up with a scheme to get her off the estate forever.

‘Hash’ is that dish the servant boys eat, and a ‘tag’ is that slip of paper the merchants use to denote prices for cheap items. I fail to see how these two vastly different things come together to form a so-called “hashtag”! Does anyone care to enlighten me? #hashtag

bluesky has a certain "doggo" vibe that i plan to thoroughly beat out of it

Father says I mustn’t wander the grounds alone at night, but the howling from the copse behind the folly was so alluring I couldn’t help myself! I should’ve known better, yet I found myself trouncing through the wood and I tripped, falling into an abyss. Now I am stuck in this well for all eternity!