Despite the often ramshackle appearance, these thoughts are not unadulterated. Even if unconsciously, there is hold back being had here. Refinement. Some premeditated, or unknowingly mediated editing. For even if no one reads this (statistically, more likely than not), there be readers aside myself in mind.
Author: bruceduluoze
Monday Evening Thoughts: 2.24.25
It smelled of spring today. Yesterday, too. Will again tomorrow, I heard tell. Must mean she’s almost here, though, appearances can be deceiving.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 2.17.25
Been thinking of stories, as of late. Perhaps our greatest ability, or greatest flaw, that damaged human design of making stories of everything. In every moment, in every word and vision, the tale is told from a singular perspective to an audience of at least one. Perhaps more, depending on the number of one’s personalities,…
The Veracious Facade 