Something about the dirt and sun worshipper in me stirs. Abides by the instigation and wonders how many springs I’ve left to see. And in what season might the last of me see. The fortune I find in such a space and time.
Tag: amateur philosophy
Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.8.24
There’s a word bouncing around the ol’ noggin as I sit here, attempting to squeeze some meaning out of the evening. It has been all over the means of electronic connectivity today, so its residence in my current mind is not lacking in sense. Though, I must confess the current expression of the word is…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.1.24
The night before last was one of short sleep and antagonistically active dreams. Not nightmares, though those are not unknown by your narrator. These were of a different kind. The sort that gets right at one, in ways that can only be done from the unguarded inside. The sort that when one returns from the…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 3.25.24
It feels, a bit, as though I’ve been dampening down parts of myself lately. If not entirely shaving them away. That I’ve been ceasing to be the fuller version of myself that I not only wish to be- but seem to feel the instinctual drive that I must be. Might be hubris, but the ignorance…
The Veracious Facade 