Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.1.25

Trying to not think so finitely, but I suppose the hardware is flawed in that way. Most of the software, as well. As this particular collection of unassuming atoms thrives and survives on a scale pertaining to this specific communion, a biome, this electrical and organic cacophony called I, with its eventual expiration date. Not…

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.2.17

When was the last time that you were truly honest? I’m not fucking around here, I mean it. Truly honest. Truly. Honest.