Attempted to transcribe the ink and paper fiber scratchings plotted out on the evening before this one that is about to occur. The one written out on Monday, as it were. Being that is now the day after. Got a certain amount of the way through until frustration struck in a mildly blinding fury.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 7.15.24
An attempted gathering of coherent thinkin’- seems a tall order this evening. No shortage of whys for why that might be, regardless of the news pumped out on the video boxes we all adhere to like the faithful addicts that we are. Sensation of sight and sound in an instant, and all the subsequent surmising…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 7.8.24
I feel a hypocrisy to my optimism. And I wonder, whether the cynicism is more genuine. Or whether any of it is anything more than a construct, aside from all the consumption and excrement required for sustaining this living mammal vessel. This reality I perceive, could it be nothing more than my self-made decoration of…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 7.1.24
Almost weaseled my way out of this one. No such luck. Enough life is left in my mind this evening, and enough ideas were scratched out upon paper to convince your humble narrator to practice this exercise in vanity, yet again. We’ll see how it goes. Potentially (likely) horribly. Perhaps profound, but we shall let…
The Veracious Facade 