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.

Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.6.26

There has been a disconnect, hasn’t there? Can you feel it? Beyond just the lack of gusto these rambles have been holding, there is something that seems absent where once it at least appeared to be. Something within my own life perhaps, but also something seeming a bit more universal. Something gone even if it…