Each week, the Sunday Post highlights a few articles we enjoyed this week, good for consumption over a cup of coffee (or tea, if that's your pleasure). Settle in for a while; we saved you a seat. You can also look through the archives.

Fuck The Vessel

An absolutely brilliant bit of architectural criticism by Kate Wagner, on Hudson Yards's Vessel (sorry, Hudson Yards's The Vessel). The Amazon Globes are begging for a treatment this smart — and smartly laced with scorn.

What is public space if not that land allocated (thanks to the generosity of our Real Estate overlords) to the city’s undeserving plebeians, who can interface with it in one of two ways: as consumers or interlopers, both allowed only to play from dawn ‘til dusk in the discarded shadows of the ultra-rich? Unlike a real neighborhood, which implies some kind of social collaboration or collective expression of belonging, Hudson Yards is a contrived place that was never meant for us. Because of this, the Vessel is also a Vessel for outrage like my own.

The Reckoning of Morris Dees and the Southern Poverty Law Center

Bob Mason, one-time employee of the Southern Poverty Law Center, reflects on its founder's firing. An interesting take on the abuses of power that we tolerate when we're on the inside, and what that looks like when the glaze of 16-hour days wears off.

For those of us who’ve worked in the Poverty Palace, putting it all into perspective isn’t easy, even to ourselves. We were working with a group of dedicated and talented people, fighting all kinds of good fights, making life miserable for the bad guys. And yet, all the time, dark shadows hung over everything: the racial and gender disparities, the whispers about sexual harassment, the abuses that stemmed from the top-down management, and the guilt you couldn’t help feeling about the legions of donors who believed that their money was being used, faithfully and well, to do the Lord’s work in the heart of Dixie. We were part of the con, and we knew it.

Against Catharsis: Writing is Not Therapy

Memoirist T Kira Madden on the magic trick through which experience becomes memory becomes story.

From then on, as we tell and retell the story of the raft or the wet rock or was it a story about women and oceans? Or resilience? Or vacations? Or the fact that grandfather wasn’t alive to be there? We are essentially only recalling the last time the story was told. The purity of The Memory is gone. It has become texturized, woven, dramatized, for better and for worse. It is both the deepest loss and greatest gift I’ve experienced in my life.

The Gift at the Edge of the World

The New York Times has been doing some cool things lately with microanimation and other subtle (or not-so-subtle) digital tricks. It's an easy hand to overplay, but they're doing a great job with it — using flare in the right places, in the right ways, to set mood and show the story. This illustrated piece by Brian Rea is simply magical.

The island is only about 50 acres, but it's quite easy to get lost. Distances walking in the forest are hard to determine. You spend so much time walking over, under and around branches, brush and fallen trees that a simple hike can quickly become a disorienting journey. There are no straight lines in a forest.