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…
Category: monday evening thoughts
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.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 11.24.25
So, what is it that we might get ourselves up to pondering this evening? The thematically pervasive idea of gratitude, as comes with the seasonal celebration pert near upon us? Or to play to the contrarian that is ever residing inside me, shall I go on and on about the vast array of indignations I…
The Veracious Facade 