A day late. Something that hasn’t happened in years, and not exactly within the scope of my intention. Yet, despite the title, it is not longer Monday. And wonder consumes me almost absently as my contemplation seems not to know any navigation for this void.
Category: monday evening thoughts
Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.28.26
Have the seasons started slipping away at increased speed, or is it that my attention is not what it used to be? And while that thought whirls about the cosmos of my mind, I wonder whether it is being resolute in my tenets, or just stubborn and bound by the ignorance of my own myth…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.14.26
Reality is quite surreal, don’t you think? Or so I often find myself thinking. And as is surely well enough known, thinking is a constant state for me.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.7.26
Even if unsure of exactly why, it always emerges as apparent that we must keep being makers. Not in synthesized superficiality, but in the ways that shatter through our jagged depths to pull forth the beating meta-mass, even if covered in iron rich liquid. We are creatures set to embrace the benevolent strange, in the…
