“Careless People,” the new tell-all memoir by the former Facebook executive Sarah Wynn-Williams, chronicles the social network’s moral bankruptcy. It's a familiar story—yet it feels surprisingly urgent today, Charlie Warzel writes:

The thrill of the aughts broadcasting life minutiae to 500 friends like breaking news. The holiday letter dissolved to extinction — we said it already. How could we know we were inhaling a #radioactive frontier, invisible but right there, eroding our core and bonds unable to hold fast. #vss365

The challenge: In March, post a book by a woman author every day (or as often as you can). Rules: It has to be a book you’ve read. It has to be a book you enjoyed or learned something from. #TheWriteWomen #booksky #books

The logic of the coup that is going on now. And how to resist it. snyder.substack.com/p/the-logic-...

An inflatable snowman hangs onto twelfth night in seasonal fog and a #measure of resolution ‘Leave him be’, the old people at the bus stop say, as they gather in their stories of a harsher snow and all the light is already packed away, with none of us ready to face the winter alone. #vss365

Your continuous curiosity kept me on my toes, inspiring debate. Uneasy #questions foreshadowed a promising generation. Queries quieted. Turning to artificial intelligence, you swallow answers with ease. Discussion erased by the right answer. It's not your fault, though. We saw it coming. #vss365

Finally, the little engine turned over. She popped it in reverse. Thump. Thump. She put it in first and the thumping accelerated as the car did. Pulling over to inspect the sound’s source, Mel saw the problem wasn’t #mechanical. Her tire was slashed, spilling like liquid on the asphalt. #WIPSnips

Can you hear it? That little click, Subtle but insistent. Something out of place. A glitch in the system, A hitch in the plan Almost perfect but not. That is music, When the polish crumbles, And we wield our flaws as shields, Defiantly human, Broken cogs each #turning In their own time. #vss365

The jagged edges refuse to line up, a telltale sign of the highest order. Baskerville cuts deeper embossed on the page rather than glowing blue. My fingers glide across what I already know, revisiting your world, pressing your words in, sure to last long after the final #turn of the page. #vss365

Mel circled the block, but each way she turned, roads were unlit and parking was forbidden. #Accepting her situation, Mel parked her Civic next to the Burns’ SUV, a go-cart next to a spaceship. Their driveway was a long road, its curves drawn by the sparkling lights illuminating each side. #WIPSnips

I’m walking one way Sometimes I’m thinking The world behind me’s Spinning the other But i’m not #turning Around to chase it I see the horizon ahead It’s waiting in colours hello Imma run to it barefooted #vss365

The sunlight woke her. She was in the same supine position as when she fell asleep. Typically she thrashed, turning and turning like a gas #station hot dog, her covers in a tangle. But she slept hard and, for once, felt rested. Her roommate’s bed was vacant and neatly made. #WIPSnips

‘Moonlit Seas’ I became glass— your shattered mirror, and resolution in rivulets, weeping gaps. The valley below, and the sea beyond— Won’t you join me there in that bay blue pensive, where the churn of the moon makes saline, a solution? #vss365

Every year, a midnight celebration. We cheer, exchange kisses All alcohol and sugar. Then, in the quiet hours, In the waning moments of the bacchanal, We see the blank canvas, An unknown future, Ready to paint. Our resolutions, The first shades of color Added to a new year. #vss365 #resolution

If I chased an image other than my own, how would people recognize me when I showed up richer, thinner, more enlightened? Good thing the #resolution was poor, lacking clarity. I would hate to lose my basic likeness. My flaws remain each year, but I sweat them less as my vision fades. #vss365

The #government commissioned the famous architect to design it at the start of World War I as a meeting spot for soldiers. Now, in 1995, balconies provided diners with a unique vantage point, and as people maneuvered to tables, Mel saw its was a hub for VCs to broker the next startup. #WIPSnips

The bud peeked awake, infatuated with daylight #prompting it to play Then recklessly opened, blossoming wildly in the glow of a noonday star Wilted back into itself as the sun's warmth faded from the sky Yet its hope did not wither, for it knew a secret: The radiance would rise again. #vss365

Slow and steady rarely results in gold, but it sustains me and those who count on me to have the heft needed to be unshakeable when the ground quakes. I've yet to stumble across a post selling the beauty of being boring, but I remain optimistic that #promptness and reliability will trend. #vss365

“I didn’t recognize you,” he said. Mel’s palm moved to the nape of her neck, now entirely bare. It had been weeks since she had it cut, and finally, she was no longer #surprised upon feeling the soft bristles at the back of her head. Looking in the mirror was still jarring, but less so. #WIPSnips

Unable to recall the last time I was alone in the house or the car or my thoughts, I begged for time to speed up, craving #solitude, a lifetime away. Delicious when it finally arrived, it turns out I only needed a small daily dose. Taken in excess, the side effects were unwanted. #vss365

Previously #aloof, he was now both appalled and amused, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Now. School is about to start. You have another offer?” His question stung. He knew she was desperate. This was her last shot, as the hiring window was millimeters from being firmly closed. #WIPSnips

Mel carved a frustrating trail to her room. Few students moved for the new teacher who didn’t have the gravitas to part the seas like Mr. Finau. No #nonsense, he beat a direct path, chin up and elbows out, barking orders to step aside for those who somehow didn’t see him coming. #WIPSnips

I can’t #stay here Between that place Salvaged, With grit and torment, From the disasters of the past, And this, Amongst the whispering shadows Of how I wanted it to be. This #schism Needs a Bridge, An engineering miracle In praise of failure. To work. #vss365

A schism of silence she, lost in her wine and he, gazing at the bare hills in the distance Continuing a holiday argument both remembered to pack #vss365

I fling a zinger right where it hurts. Sharp words travel fast no matter the distance, puncturing immunity. Silence screams as the extent of the damage unfolds. Further tests needed to see how to make apologies fly far and fast across the #schism that spreads aggressively between us. #vss365

Rather than signaling for her to sit at the round work table, a setup that invited one to #stay for conversation, the principal retreated to his executive chair, a throne made of well-worn leather. Mel assumed a small seat opposite his desk. It was as if they were separated by a grand piano.

Give me the #idyllic existence of a ceiling-corner spider. Dinner delivered, space otherwise untouched by anything but the ebb & flow of torchiere light. The chaos of the greater world a silken shiver, a rare & hesitating doorbell press, a harp's elegant glissando at the far side of my web. #vss365

A construct of another time, it was a company town. Spreckles was #responsible for providing everything employees could need. Mel passed the volunteer fire station and the miniscule post office, reminders of a simpler life when a now gone sugarbeet refinery was the engine for everything. #WIPSnips

Poetry is my idyllic place A quiet moment With only my thoughts and pen I may only be picking at scabs But if it’s only from my hand The story is all mine #vss365 #idyllic

An idyllic life is one of eight billion ways to live and learn and love and get your heart caught in a vise that squishes love out and drains you of who you were then you fill up again and you keep doing it as you travel your path and get lost and find yourself again and again. #vss365 #idyllic

trees must be barren so leaves may decompose below Arctic air must spill south so snow can melt into the earth for spring seeds must sit in dry soil before monsoon rains we decay freeze thirst but all loss all suffering has purpose you will find nothing idyllic unless you embrace change #vss365

My #idyllic image is invisible to a snap shot. An hour uninterrupted by chats, time to be deliberate, moving on a path of my choice rather than being sucked out to sea daily, hoping to return to shore intact, trying to avoid the indignity of sand streaming out my ears and nose. #vss365

Pardon the absence, Such that it was. I was caught In a wave of holiday cheer. Unrelenting, It washed me away. Until, at last, I found wings. Flew back to my quiet, little perch, Where I sit drying my feathers, A bit ruffled, still damp and cold, Tired, but happy to be home. #vss365 #feathers

Your regal fan of tail #feathers, a verdant screen dappled with blue eyes watching, begged to be seen. When your glossy brilliance and strut molted away, grounding you, I could see underneath. Finally, there was room for all of you once that plumage stopped taking up so much space. #vss365

The librarian raised her hand with the rigidity and strength of a cast iron pipe, continuing the unbending #vertical line of her posture. “I have many questions, as I’m sure others here do,” Barb spoke, without being called on. #WIPSnips

They typed in Natalie’s new address, and in moments, driving directions slid out of the printer. Steve no longer had any allegiance to the company, but Mel would make sure to report back to him how fabulous it was to not have to decipher a street #map by the dim interior light of her car. #WIPSnips

Pretending to be window shopping but absorbed by my self #reflection, even errands radiated youth, #glistening with doubt and ignorance, until eons pass and the image returning my gaze is a stranger, donning a cloak of #tranquility, content to let approval get through the #wickets. #vss365

Mnorman and his mnemonics mnow he had a mnew one but mnever did he remember it ahh mnuts! #poetry #vss365 #mnemonic #funny

“I’m very upset. Devastated, really.” Barb’s chin dappled with the strain of holding her emotions back. “I’ll be okay,” Mel comforted. But Barb was not #referring to Mel’s loss. Her devastation was about not getting her way. When Barb Rosenberg had a vision, it had to be fully realized. #WIPSnips

The #purity of the blank page - how dare you destroy it with ink & your crazy ideas... #vss365

Why delay the first five-cent scratch on the driver’s side, the bleach blot on that black top, the red sauce splatter on the ivory couch you thought would make you feel like you lived elsewhere? Embracing falling short is a state of grace, a salve to the pain of preserving #purity. #vss365

He balanced the large book on his crossed legs, concentrating on the California code and his yellow legal pad where he took notes – always neat, organized, and precise. Mel pushed the leftovers from her #snack toward Steve who continued to sit on the visitor side of his own desk. #vss365

How much more of myself Must I shed? Remains of a chrysalis Stuck between My rotting teeth So much frayed skin Loose fibers Worn veins Of a bony #silhouette Clinging to my broken feet Yet I still crawl Towards rebirth Atoms and new cells New thoughts and new life Flowing From my blood #vss365

The catalogue is warped, particulars watered down, a slow leak unnoticed until it is time to go back. Finer points dissolve into watercolor rings, a muted tie dye. Even a familiar #silhouette will do, but entire pages are ripped out – if they were even there in the first place. #vss365

They #jumped at the thunderous crack and boom, the building shaken.The lights snapped off, leaving the group sitting in a darkened room, barely lit by the gunmetal gray sky. Alarmed by the noise and the unrelenting storm, the students battered Mel with questions, voices and energy rising. #WIPSnips

bruised clouds sometimes they hurt these dreams of flight #DailyHaikuPrompt (dark cloud) #prompt #haiku #poetry

Alert, quick to scent threats, you bolt up to duty unless in slumber. A sentry at attention, hungry for the same, you embrace the #drama, playing protector and beast. Fierce and never tiring of the same plot, you deliver an Oscar worthy performance, the creak of the mailbox your cue. #vss365

“And what’s this?” Mel glided her fingers over a large piece of ivory cardstock. Chinese characters, carefully drawn in calligraphy, walked down the #surface in rows. “Hanzi.” Mel took her eyes from the bulletin board to the girl, wanting to know more. “I looked it up on AOL.” #WIPSnips