Trying to not think so finitely, but I suppose the hardware is flawed in that way. Most of the software, as well. As this particular collection of unassuming atoms thrives and survives on a scale pertaining to this specific communion, a biome, this electrical and organic cacophony called I, with its eventual expiration date. Not…
Category: monday evening thoughts
Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.25.25
Is it all just reminiscent of some vicious yesterday? The hope, a hollow, hallowed equation leading to nowhere you haven’t been, and all the places that you’ll never go?
Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.18.25
Felt like fall this morning, just a bit. So, the windows were all raised when I returned to the crypt, after another graveyard shift. Hoping, that some of the demons and malevolent spirits lingering about might find their exit. To go be free. Curse lifted, and such. Or at least go bother someone else, for…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.11.25
I’ll confess to you now, dear reader, this has been looming over my consciousness with something akin to dread. Whatever scribbling I’ve had seemed to fall short, yet here I arrive at the mouth of this cave yet again. Unprepared for the beast I must now face.
The Veracious Facade 