There are many versions of ourselves; the battle-hardened older brothers and sisters in us will fight to protect their younger, more naive sibling versions, especially when there has been suffering, and perhaps cruelty. The tragedy arises when those younger siblings are silenced, even when their voices are desperately needed to be heard.

It’s all or nothing from here on out.

In the silence, we can hear ourselves.

I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills ‘til the landslide brought me down

Need a little help cleaning up

That’s it, you’re going in the soup. #foodstr

What’s a must watch on Netflix? #asknostr

It seems to me that what is unfolding in Minnesota is not an aberration but a reminder of something quietly unsettling about human nature. We like to imagine ourselves as stable, morally coherent creatures, yet the 1971 Stanford Prison Experiment showed how swiftly we can be reshaped by the roles we are handed. Give someone a uniform, a mandate, and a narrative about who is “dangerous,” and the boundaries of empathy begin to erode.