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: doom
Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.27.24
Thoughts of mortality are never too far out of mind. Not for yours truly. Been that way longer than it hasn’t.
Friday Eveing Post: 11.27.20
I think of purpose. And destiny, if there is such a thing woven within the fabric of our doomed little sentience. I think of whys and if, and in so many ways, that makes me just like most others. Which then demands, in all its barbaric eloquence, the question of why it is I ever…
The Veracious Facade 