Sunset was the only color emerging from the sky, today. Gray and white, otherwise, and now all gone to deep blue and black, just glimmers of light tracing their way through space, across distances one can barely begin to comprehend. So far, the light might be all that is left. Dead, at the origin, and…
Category: monday evening thoughts
Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.30.24
The house is a mess. The sink is full, dirty laundry strewn about the basement as though someone were pulling it apart looking for some sort of secret. My back hurts as it so often did in the days where I took little to no care of my still young flesh. There are half a…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.23.24
I know, it’s late. I’m sure you all have been waiting with bated breath to see if this evening’s thoughts were to ever arrive. Fret not, dear reader, I have returned. Even with but a few minutes until Tuesday arrives, and even with nothing much plotted out before sitting down to tackle the blank page,…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.16.24
There were a few attempts at starting this earlier. Some hand-scratched cynicism scrawled out yesterday. And a much more optimistic approach, not a few hours ago. Both abandoned, at least for now. If their merits were worthwhile as far as thinkings go, I trust they shall reemerge. We shall just have to wade through and…
The Veracious Facade 