Monday Evening Thoughts: 6.30.25

I sit before you now, a tangled mess of head and heart. Knots and weaves of both my own design and of forces so far beyond my control, one might think them other worldly. I was told, from both outside and inside my own skull, that I must attempt to unravel some of that here….

Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.12.25

Adoration in spite of disdain. Victory in the face of defeat. Admirable ideas. But I think I’d like just a plain old victory, now and again. This heart, I know it can bear a lot, but perhaps I might like to not be constantly extending it to and beyond its limits. Something not straining or…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.21.25

Making lists again. Microplots towards some imperceptible future. I know it unseeable, this future. I’ve seen it, through the miraculous horrors of hindsight. You can never really tell what’s coming next. At least not by very far.

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.