Wondering, I suppose, about how much of our fate is self-fulfilling. Whether predetermination is beyond our control, or just another ploy our mind makes of the world in varying degrees of after-the-fact. Can greatness or despair, or whatever- can it be conjured or is it simply cast upon us, each of we individuals an insignificantly…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 2.9.26
There is the delirium of exhaustion about me, this evening. I wouldn’t lie to you, dear reader. At least not intending to. At least, not yet.
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…
The Veracious Facade 