It isn’t inspiration. That’s not what I’m feeling at the moment. It’s closer to desperation, but it isn’t quite that either. This feverish blend of desire and improbabilities, the urge and knowledge of action, mixed with the bewilderment of the next best step. Or at least how to not have anymore, or fewer missteps.
Author: bruceduluoze
Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.22.25
The title of these seems almost a bitter irony, laughing disembodied through the haze of mind as I attempt, yet again, perhaps with eternally futility, to gather some thoughts. Or at least gather some thoughts that could possibly be worth writing out and posting into the chaos that is the modern internet. You’ll never believe…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.15.25
Returned from a weekend away from my place of residence to find the cornfields no longer, replaced by tractor treaded mud and browning, drying, fading stumps of former stalks. The cycle continues. Dead until born again.
The Veracious Facade 