Bang, bang

It’s Sol's day's here on the Watercourse Way in Okieland . . .

And in Russia, folks have been shooting at each other.

Also in the mailbox this morning . . .

The elite gatekeepers of yesterday’s mass media were often castigated for “manufacturing consent” among a “phantom” public by leaving too many voices out. What may be worse is that the structural fragmentation of today’s digital media ecosystem is manufacturing a level of dissensus detrimental to the possibility of arriving at consensually agreed truths necessary to hold any society together. – Renée DiResta writing in Noema.

. . . any two people may cross each other’s path at any given moment without knowing who they would become to one another in some future season of being. . . – Maria Popova

Every beginning
is only a sequel, after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through. — Wislawa Szymborska

We rode on horses made of sticks
I wore black, you wore white
You would always win the fight
Bang bang, you shot me down – Sonny Bono