Sunday Morning Thoughts: 12.9.18

What is worth when weighed in the eyes of some other? And what be if those eyes are absent? What then? The reflected eyes above the sink? They are not always the kindest pair. Not mine. Not to me.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 8.26.18

Speaking generally, it has been discovered that this particular thought experiment must be done with haste. Too much time spent dwelling, and the whole thing is likely to fall apart. Or worse. Turn into a vague and non-insightful concoction of lukewarm feelings. As motivating to the soul as ‘live, laugh, love’ is on a college…