Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.20.24

Sleep deprivation is not the thrill a younger self once thought. Still, it is not without its uses. And neither piss nor vinegar are the endless trove of poetic resource once perceived, though still quite bountiful. Perhaps their impermanence proves their importance.

Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.13.24

Been wondering about the desire for expression and whether it is some sort of cursed sentence for the ego crimes of my sentience. And the direct correlation of my ignorance and narcissism.

Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.6.24

Had one of those long conversations the evening before this one. A few hours discussing ideas specific and vague. We spoke of doubt and death and the electricity of thinking you’re about to fail. Those cataclysmic sort of failures, as far as feelings in humans go.