There she is. My nemesis. My muse. My inescapable sensation to forever be drawn yet again to here, to her.
Tag: future
Monday Evening Thoughts: 3.16.26
I suppose that I should get right to it, since there isn’t much time.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 10.20.25
After a day of mostly overcast and listless precipitation, that central daytime star decided to emerge within the atmosphere and cast one last shadow of light before retreating to the other side of the planet. So, I sit and write, again. All drenched with vicious wonderment at what life is left here for wringing.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 6.23.25
The doomsday sayers, of all varieties, have been having their mutters turn to shouts, as of late. As has happened so many times before in this story of the human species. Though, I suppose it’s been a little more actual in planetary scale this past century. Still stinks of ancient holy war, though. As it…
The Veracious Facade 