This has been left open, since around noon. A blank, pixelated page, haunting my every move of might and mind throughout the day. A reminder, if not a grim one, that nothing will happen until I will it into existence, no matter what struggle may subsequently ensue.
Category: monday evening thoughts
Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.2.24
Funny, you know? How a day unfolds before each of these. And how the days fold out afterward. Glory and consequences and such. Insignificance and torrential emotional barrage. Take your pick, they’ve all happened as of late and historically, somewhere near one of these weekly rambles. And within all that action of passing through time,…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 11.25.24
I used to be more forward about current events in these rambles. I used to pay more attention to them, as well. But at the peak of that optimistic and yet enraged young man in midst of feeling his oats, life changed. Drastically. Certainly for the best, but not without tremendous difficulties. But it might…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 11.18.24
Boy, howdy. Anybody else here have themselves a week? Well, we’d best get to it. Wouldn’t want to leave all my adoring fans waiting. So, what shall we discuss, your narrator mutters to himself.
The Veracious Facade 