Thoughts. That’s the theme here, right? Though, I suppose I shouldn’t be asking you that. This is my creation. My monster. One spawned so far back in time, yet only a few hundred yards from where I was standing earlier today. But we can get to memory lane later on, with all its tricks and…
Tag: death
Monday Evening Thoughts: 1.6.25
Sunset was the only color emerging from the sky, today. Gray and white, otherwise, and now all gone to deep blue and black, just glimmers of light tracing their way through space, across distances one can barely begin to comprehend. So far, the light might be all that is left. Dead, at the origin, and…
Monday Evening Post: 5.4.20
I wanted to say it was anxiousness that caught me before I sat here to write. It was not. It was fear.
Thursday Evening Post: 4.9.20
Good things should come from all of this. It most certainly seems a lot like it’ll be the inverse such a statement- but every crisis is an opportunity. Or so has been heard said. And though there will be and already are likely means of malevolence about this yet unseen post-modern predicament our species finds…
The Veracious Facade 