The night before last was one of short sleep and antagonistically active dreams. Not nightmares, though those are not unknown by your narrator. These were of a different kind. The sort that gets right at one, in ways that can only be done from the unguarded inside. The sort that when one returns from the…
Author: bruceduluoze
Monday Evening Thoughts: 3.25.24
It feels, a bit, as though I’ve been dampening down parts of myself lately. If not entirely shaving them away. That I’ve been ceasing to be the fuller version of myself that I not only wish to be- but seem to feel the instinctual drive that I must be. Might be hubris, but the ignorance…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 3.18.24
I woke yesterday a good distance from home. Intentionally. A place I had been before, but not in a good many years. A worthy trip, for sure. But exhausting. I laid my head back down in my own bed that later night. Much later. After a few hundred miles of driving.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 3.11.24
Not always, but often enough, I find myself feeling as though this is all some self-interrogation. Perhaps it has to do with the timing. Or the balance of cerebral chemistry that brewing in this regularly occurring timeslot. Isolated under the lonely light, I attempt to rip apart the forefront of thought to find some deeper…
The Veracious Facade 