death – The Veracious Facade

single score, add ten, then four

Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.19.25

Via the cinders of time, the ideas arrive. But perhaps the plurality of it all is the illusion. Perhaps it is always the same quandary. The same thought, reoccurring. As old as this species, if not infinitely older. Just some other way of asking why.

Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.7.25

There is a dichotomy, opposing sides, currently in my mind. There is part that doesn’t wish to seem too grim. And, of course, the equal and opposite urge knows that I must be honest, and to do that, at least this evening, grim matters must be broached. So, anyway, off we go.

Monday Evening Thoughts: 1.20.25

Been scratching out words in a notebook throughout the day. I have no idea if these have any cohesion, other than all originating from my cerebral cesspool. I’m just going to type them all out, with no context, as I cannot seem to conjure another way to begin this evening. So, here goes-