It’s funny, you know. It’s not as though I don’t cease thinking in the moments between these rambles. It is constant. Perpetual for as long as I can remember, and I’d reckon as long as I last. Not even falling out of waking consciousness stops the ponderings and provocations. Nor does any altered state make…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 10.20.25
After a day of mostly overcast and listless precipitation, that central daytime star decided to emerge within the atmosphere and cast one last shadow of light before retreating to the other side of the planet. So, I sit and write, again. All drenched with vicious wonderment at what life is left here for wringing.
The Veracious Facade 