Perhaps the fear is in facing my own dwindling humanity. Or maybe that loss is more widespread across the species than I am currently admitting. Or, at least, so it seems on much of the surface.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.20.26
This has felt as though it has been bordering the bare minimum, as of late. Surely, dear reader, you have been keen enough to notice. And since less than idealistic truths are on the evening’s menu, I might as well confess that I haven’t even been reading back or regarding any of the words that…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.13.26
Delirious enough to dredge up dogged drivel, or something scrape the soles of something sacral and divine- here we are. Behind a bit, but still not fully faulted in the finite feature of self-imposed deadlines, I sit now, to think, to write.
The Veracious Facade 