I wanted to say it was anxiousness that caught me before I sat here to write. It was not. It was fear.
Thursday Evening Post: 4.9.20
Good things should come from all of this. It most certainly seems a lot like it’ll be the inverse such a statement- but every crisis is an opportunity. Or so has been heard said. And though there will be and already are likely means of malevolence about this yet unseen post-modern predicament our species finds…
Thursday Evening Post: 3.26.20
I suppose now would be a good time to put the grind down on those bad habits. Said most everyone on the planet at once. Just had a spell of anxiety, myself. We’re familiar dance partners, so I can diagnose it pretty quick. I’ve had far worse doses in my past. And was in far…
Monday Evening Post: 3.16.20
I suppose now is as good a time as any. Might even be better than good. We shall see. So, Brother Thelonious is on the turntable, and I, yet again, sit down to write. There were elements keeping me from this, over the last few weeks. My own elements, mostly, or least the ones I’d…
