Here, again. Might be the best of my bad habits. Or the worst. I suppose we’ll just have to keep finding ourselves here and figure it out. That, or fully commit to the delusion. Could be one in the same attempt, really.
Tag: amateur philosophy
Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.28.25
It’s not that these have been easy these last few weeks. They haven’t been. Not quite dread, but a feeling of folly surrounds me each time I sit down to write out this weekly ramble. And with that, the wonder of fruitlessness, of this, and so many efforts, while that so precious currency of time…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.21.25
Making lists again. Microplots towards some imperceptible future. I know it unseeable, this future. I’ve seen it, through the miraculous horrors of hindsight. You can never really tell what’s coming next. At least not by very far.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.14.25
I couldn’t see the moon tonight. Might be that it isn’t out yet, or is hidden behind the veil of clouds cast about the piece of rock I call home. It was bright last night. Perhaps I should have paid better mind while it was here, but alas, I took it for granted. As goes…
The Veracious Facade 