Insights lacking, my mind is tasked with scrounging inspiration on the opposite end of the spectrum from pessimism, while attempting to avoid redundancies and the overindulgence of self that might not even be interesting enough for an advice column in some newspaper thirty years ago.
Category: monday evening thoughts
Monday Evening Thoughts: 10.6.25
Still feeling the accelerated temperature from all these smoldering yesterdays, I look forward to see what is to come. Either the brightness is blinding in its ever presence, or the void has consumed all the visible spectrum so even the next step remains a mystery. But be it vast illumination or total darkness, it is…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.29.25
It isn’t inspiration. That’s not what I’m feeling at the moment. It’s closer to desperation, but it isn’t quite that either. This feverish blend of desire and improbabilities, the urge and knowledge of action, mixed with the bewilderment of the next best step. Or at least how to not have anymore, or fewer missteps.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.22.25
The title of these seems almost a bitter irony, laughing disembodied through the haze of mind as I attempt, yet again, perhaps with eternally futility, to gather some thoughts. Or at least gather some thoughts that could possibly be worth writing out and posting into the chaos that is the modern internet. You’ll never believe…
The Veracious Facade 