This has been left open, since around noon. A blank, pixelated page, haunting my every move of might and mind throughout the day. A reminder, if not a grim one, that nothing will happen until I will it into existence, no matter what struggle may subsequently ensue.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.2.24
Funny, you know? How a day unfolds before each of these. And how the days fold out afterward. Glory and consequences and such. Insignificance and torrential emotional barrage. Take your pick, they’ve all happened as of late and historically, somewhere near one of these weekly rambles. And within all that action of passing through time,…
The Veracious Facade 