Perhaps this is my greatest reoccurrence of masochism. To each week, for approximately three-quarters of a score of years now, stare down this blank page and attempt to wring something worthwhile from the seemingly empty void.
Tag: freedom
Monday Evening Thoughts: 10.27.25
It’s funny, you know. It’s not as though I don’t cease thinking in the moments between these rambles. It is constant. Perpetual for as long as I can remember, and I’d reckon as long as I last. Not even falling out of waking consciousness stops the ponderings and provocations. Nor does any altered state make…
The Veracious Facade 