Thursday Evening Post: 6.2.22

     The trouble to remember.      The trouble, to forget.      The bouts with doubts of purpose. The self service sided to identify. The inconceivable whys.

Sunday Evening Post: 3.6.22

The last thing I’d typed out was an obituary. The next thing, after this, will be a eulogy. So it goes.

Friday Evening Post: 1.7.22

     Becoming acquainted enough with isolation starts to slide toward conditioning. And that is not necessarily a knock on the notion. In many ways (metaphysically and the sort), we are very much set apart from all the rest. The isolation of identity. The alone of the mental innards. Though closeness might be attempted and achieved,…