#Critical #junctures are tightening clouds
before a storm decides whether to break or drift,
suspended in a disciplined and tempered stillness,
poised at the boundary where consequence gathers,
where one calibrated shift of wind determines
which distant horizon will inherit the rain.

#firewords280

Memories, like ice, know the art of disappearing: that lag between unique structure and melting into crowds, that critical juncture between internal and external worlds. Today, it pesters again, beckoning to revisit, return, research, relearn: a soliloquy of what could be but what never was. An exact science of bias and dreams. My heart screams as it breaks from what the memories take as they shift to manipulations of thought invocations, admired kinds of rote dictation. Leaving all that remains as all that’s to come. While what was done is never quite done.

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Memories, like ice, know the art of disappearing:
that lag between...

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The entire light show went dark. The techs scrambled as the circuits failed at #critical #junctures.

The audience groaned in despair. Such a pity. All of that time, effort and money for a good show down the drain. The only light was from a single star at the top of the Christmas tree.
#firewords280

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Business as Usual? #Conventional #Politics, #Critical #Junctures, and #Policy #Feedback in the #Paycheck #Protection #Program

By Michael Schwan, Marc Schneiberg & @tennispolprof.bsky.social

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