Monday Evening Thoughts: 1.27.25

There is part of your humble narrator that feels he shouldn’t be here, doing this, yet again. That this exercise in philosophical hubris is doing unperceivable damage, while masquerading itself as something nobler than the cry for attention that all this might amount to being. That vanity and isolation within that leads back to this…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 1.20.25

Been scratching out words in a notebook throughout the day. I have no idea if these have any cohesion, other than all originating from my cerebral cesspool. I’m just going to type them all out, with no context, as I cannot seem to conjure another way to begin this evening. So, here goes-