I suppose there is always the wonder why I end up here. Week after week, year after year. The urge to return to a blank page and pour out some sort of semblance of thought in a manner of at least mild literary aesthetic. At this point, a habit I seem unable to go on…
Tag: conversation
Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.6.24
Had one of those long conversations the evening before this one. A few hours discussing ideas specific and vague. We spoke of doubt and death and the electricity of thinking you’re about to fail. Those cataclysmic sort of failures, as far as feelings in humans go.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 11.25.18
There was a note this morning. Left from myself. Orange paper, stuck to the desk. It read, “it is good for a poet to wait in the rain.”
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 9.23.18
The beer is fine on the carpet. We’ll sleep tomorrow. So today, was not what I thought it would be. As though it ever could be to be begin with. Yet still, what I had vaguely schemed the first time I attempted waking this morning was far off from what was. But looking back, I…
The Veracious Facade 