It keeps going, with or without us. Even if this still lush and vibrant world, all verdant and aqua and squandered as home, becomes nothing but a desolate and irradiated husk of a planet- it will keep going with elegant indifference. No matter the action or perspective taken- time, she carries on.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.25.26
Exhausted, behind scheduled and typing away from the time I can find in the night shift. Let’s see how this goes.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.18.26
More melancholy than mad scientist on these Mondays, as of late. Or so the appearance seems and feels when the delusion is invoked, and fingers find their way to keys and construct some semblance of meaning from these often otherwise frantic and misfiring neural connections. Even in sleep, sometimes, they do not cease. In such…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.11.26
It is such a short time we’re here, isn’t it? Even when it seems to be the otherwise, the truth of our fleeting existence is never far from mind. A blink of being. A brief story told of our lives, with our lives.
The Veracious Facade 