Monday Evening Thoughts: 2.2.26

The typewriter has been collecting dust. So have a few of the guitars, and such. Perhaps, I am, as well. Or so say the thoughts so regularly fermenting within my little existence. As each minute and more continues to march out, almost as quick as it all seemed to arrive.

Monday Evening Thoughts: 1.26.26

There is a relative peace about me now. Regarding my immediate physical world. The quiet of a northeastern rural snowfall. The loudest sound outside is but the drop of countless frozen water molecules, gently hammering down upon each other in layers until the land is left blanketed in the absence of color while any light…

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Monday Evening Thoughts: 1.19.26

     There is something to the silence once everyone leaves. Might be the emptiness that is always there. That ever-encompassing void. But anyway, here we are, aren’t we? Yet again. Almost as though it has been scheduled.