Via the cinders of time, the ideas arrive. But perhaps the plurality of it all is the illusion. Perhaps it is always the same quandary. The same thought, reoccurring. As old as this species, if not infinitely older. Just some other way of asking why.
Author: bruceduluoze
Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.12.25
Adoration in spite of disdain. Victory in the face of defeat. Admirable ideas. But I think I’d like just a plain old victory, now and again. This heart, I know it can bear a lot, but perhaps I might like to not be constantly extending it to and beyond its limits. Something not straining or…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.5.25
Here, again. Might be the best of my bad habits. Or the worst. I suppose we’ll just have to keep finding ourselves here and figure it out. That, or fully commit to the delusion. Could be one in the same attempt, really.
The Veracious Facade 