So. I got another stamp in the ol’ passport. And a few more pages gone from blank to scribbles in the pocket notebook I had, with cheesy poetics, dedicated to only being used for travel. A good few leaves filled out, as went with this summer. Though different. Each time, each way, each day- all…
Category: sunday morning thoughts
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 12.31.17
Lots of grumbling and shouting about the end of the year two thousand seventeen. Not considered the grandest by most. Some have even stronger opinions regarding the matter. Perhaps by the end of this, I will discover where I stand on the subject. But. Another year. Ever onward towards the future. The march from birth…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 12.24.17
As I write, Santa Claus, allegedly, is traveling around the world to deliver goodies to all the nice boys and girls. People have fallen asleep in the arms of someone they love. Warm beds, full bellies and anticipated joys to come when the sun rises. And. Someone just died of a heroin overdose. Someone else…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 12.17.17
What shall we write about today? What thing can I not solve whilst still attempting with such bumbled elegance? We could talk about the news. And the potential doom of my fumbling public thought experiment. Among other things.
The Veracious Facade 