The mists that lingered about this morn seemed so selfishly akin to the fog about my mentality. Curse of individualistic western world, perhaps, between these winter holidays. Before retreating to the other side of the globe, our personal star broken through the overcast to bid this part of the world farewell, adding yet another layer…
Category: monday evening thoughts
Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.22.25
In midst of the longest nights of this most recent solar cycle, optimism can seem so hard fought. Part of being a mammal, I suppose. Unless, of course you, dear reader, are something more reptilian. Which I do doubt very much. This bleeding heart semi-biographical philosophizing business seems to be a more endothermic affair. But…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.15.25
Perhaps this is my greatest reoccurrence of masochism. To each week, for approximately three-quarters of a score of years now, stare down this blank page and attempt to wring something worthwhile from the seemingly empty void.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.1.25
These keys, this quest- it draws me here, yet again. Be it madness or benevolence, this inescapable ideological interrogation inspires further inquiry into the soul I call home. Will we get any closer? Perhaps. Further away? I hope not, though in ways that must be a bit unavoidable, at least in the temporary.
The Veracious Facade 