Still grossly out of practice, I have returned. Attempting, perhaps in vain, to compress and consolidate the seemingly constant wonderings occurring in the ol’ electric head meat to some associations of words. And though hoping to be concise, I make no promises.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.4.23
I wonder, again, of point and purpose. Of fates and destinies. Of the unpredictability of it all and what it does to change a soul.
Wednesday Evening Post: 4.12.23
Spend enough time dwelling upon them, the nature of some self-held beliefs can grow fickle in seemingly infinite ways. Malleable upon enough introspection. With relative ease a way can be contemplated away from the singular sentient perspective, crafted in the void of individuality.
The Veracious Facade 