Even if unsure of exactly why, it always emerges as apparent that we must keep being makers. Not in synthesized superficiality, but in the ways that shatter through our jagged depths to pull forth the beating meta-mass, even if covered in iron rich liquid. We are creatures set to embrace the benevolent strange, in the…
Tag: art
Monday Evening Thoughts: 3.2.26
A bit behind the regular schedule, but these things happen. Living life, being alive, and such.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 2.16.26
Wondering, I suppose, about how much of our fate is self-fulfilling. Whether predetermination is beyond our control, or just another ploy our mind makes of the world in varying degrees of after-the-fact. Can greatness or despair, or whatever- can it be conjured or is it simply cast upon us, each of we individuals an insignificantly…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 2.10.25
There is a record playing the background.
The Veracious Facade 