A man’s home might be his castle, but his mind provides ultimate refuge. As 2025 devolves into George Orwell’s “1984,” our mind is the safest of places — passwords, usernames, and encryption notwithstanding.

My mind is a storehouse of pithy rejoinders I thought of too late. Many are mean, hurtful, remorseless, and thankfully unspoken. You know that “unsent letter” technique where you scribble all your bitter thoughts on a sheet of paper to someone who’s done you wrong and then tear it up? I do that in my head. You can’t accidentally hit “reply all” in your mind. I have no idea how many family, work, and social relationships have been spared by my unsent thoughts.

History shapes my thoughts, and current events scatter them. For example, five Minnesota Senate Republicans last session intro

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