I am convinced, at least as of this evening, that the lack of any type of preparation for this trip we’re about to take is the right call. There was something scratched out of a sticky note, but we’re just going to pretend that doesn’t exist.
Author: bruceduluoze
Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.5.24
What had we gone about here last time around? I suppose it doesn’t matter much. This always ends up being the same experiment, more or less. Some blue collar existentialism spouted out by this regularly cluttered mind. All these years later, and it often feels like the question grow in quantity. But perhaps, there is…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 7.29.24
Wondering what to ponder, as this day fades to night.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 7.22.24
Attempted to transcribe the ink and paper fiber scratchings plotted out on the evening before this one that is about to occur. The one written out on Monday, as it were. Being that is now the day after. Got a certain amount of the way through until frustration struck in a mildly blinding fury.
The Veracious Facade 