Not always, but often enough, I find myself feeling as though this is all some self-interrogation. Perhaps it has to do with the timing. Or the balance of cerebral chemistry that brewing in this regularly occurring timeslot. Isolated under the lonely light, I attempt to rip apart the forefront of thought to find some deeper…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 3.4.24
Gathering a coherent thought at the moment seems slightly out of grasp. Yet here I am, trying anyway. The self-imposed deadline is being tested, for sure. Must be my addiction to being spread thin. Something that does have its rewards, this I know. Doesn’t necessarily make it easier but try I must.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 2.26.24
Two words were scrawled out upon a throw away piece of paper today. Perhaps I had imagined some profound flood to arrive upon their later consumption. That the flicker of an idea thread would weave its way to something greater when revisited, laying low the haze of perception to reveal some universal truth.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 2.19.24
Oh, the futility of fulfilment. Cursed by the blessing of instinctual internal wiring that seems to make any sort of satisfaction contained in this biological combustion engine eternally beyond grasp. Always something more. The search for something yet unattained while disregarding any horde of deed, declaration or interaction, mighty or miniscule, that resides in the…
The Veracious Facade 