Contemplating whether the haze is a condition of the era itself, or my own age within all this time. Or is it but a part in some larger conspiracy wrought from the minds of ill-intentioned souls so that the deflated cognition of the masses allows for larger profit margins for those that live upon the…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 6.8.26
Does the numbness arrive too easy? All while the harder fought sharpness is dulled and delayed by these conditioned repetitions and twisted desires?
Monday Evening Thoughts: 6.1.26
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.
The Veracious Facade 