All for the story, or so often has been heard said. Through chaos and control, every pleasant memory and painful experience, even those that were so damaging effort is made to force their residence away to the forgotten. All we do, or is done in this life is for the tale told by our very…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 10.12.26
Is my great madness this hope that will not go?
Monday Evening Thoughts: 10.5.26
A day late. Something that hasn’t happened in years, and not exactly within the scope of my intention. Yet, despite the title, it is not longer Monday. And wonder consumes me almost absently as my contemplation seems not to know any navigation for this void.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.28.26
Have the seasons started slipping away at increased speed, or is it that my attention is not what it used to be? And while that thought whirls about the cosmos of my mind, I wonder whether it is being resolute in my tenets, or just stubborn and bound by the ignorance of my own myth…
