I do feel out of touch. That is not the debate here. Without much or any effort or attention, I easily find myself unconnected. Seeing so much of the world as on the other side of some glass wall. Or worse, a two-way mirror.
Category: sunday morning thoughts
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 11.11.18
I am flawed. All are, in some sort of way. Can’t break the mold, as they say. But as my days past turn to years and those years start to pile, I have lost more and more of the fear of those flaws. For some of them can never change. And those that can change,…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 11.4.18
This has become important for me. That is why it continues. Perhaps, once, I knew an audience I was writing for. Broad, and yet more specific at certain points. This was once more a letter outward more than whatever it is now. Or am I remembering incorrectly? Well within possibility.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.21.18
I often feel sad after a party, but content after a funeral. Does that say something about me? May be masochism. Maybe something a bit more sublimated. May be a sign of acceptance, which I’ve heard tell is a part of good mental health. Maybe I just like to act the contrary.
The Veracious Facade 