Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.26.25

Is it that summer feeling, or just the hints of romantic nihilism in the air? While some late vernal percussive precipitation makes its brief entrance and participation, only to exit as swift as arrived, leaving me with wonders ancient, post-modern and far beyond even those rapidly shrinking categories of mind. The cooling atmosphere on sun-soaked…

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Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.19.25

Via the cinders of time, the ideas arrive. But perhaps the plurality of it all is the illusion. Perhaps it is always the same quandary. The same thought, reoccurring. As old as this species, if not infinitely older. Just some other way of asking why.