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Nicholas Boothman
In a Boston newsroom, a senior editor told her
team that six years of political coverage had been
shaped by fear of losing access. She handed over a
list of stories she had killed. A junior reporter threw
his coffee in a trash bin and missed. The liquid ran
down the plastic like a dark answer.
In a church in Puebla, a pastor closed his Bible
and admitted he had not believed a word he had
preached for two years. He asked the congregation
to sing without him. They did. It was not pretty, but
it was honest, which was the point and also the
problem.
The feeds found a name for it before lunch. The
Choice Cascades.
The clips piled up. A banker set a box of
shredders on the sidewalk and invited strangers to
watch. A police officer in Marseille removed his
badge and gave it to a man he had arrested the
week before and said he was sorry. A teacher in
Johannesburg told her class they would spend the
hour writing letters to people they had wronged,
and she wrote one too. A freight pilot over the
Atlantic radioed that he was turning back before
fatigue made his hands clumsy. He landed. No one
died. Share prices did.
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