These keys, this quest- it draws me here, yet again. Be it madness or benevolence, this inescapable ideological interrogation inspires further inquiry into the soul I call home. Will we get any closer? Perhaps. Further away? I hope not, though in ways that must be a bit unavoidable, at least in the temporary.
Tag: grief
Monday Evening Thoughts: 7.14.25
You’d think that beginning would be the tough part. Meaning here. The abyss of a blank page, albeit in this case digital, staring not only back at, but seemingly right through you. Seeing all for what you are and are not, without an illusion left to shield you. And it matters, because if I don’t…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.28.25
It’s not that these have been easy these last few weeks. They haven’t been. Not quite dread, but a feeling of folly surrounds me each time I sit down to write out this weekly ramble. And with that, the wonder of fruitlessness, of this, and so many efforts, while that so precious currency of time…
The Veracious Facade 