Reality is quite surreal, don’t you think? Or so I often find myself thinking. And as is surely well enough known, thinking is a constant state for me.
Tag: hope
Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.17.26
Perhaps the lull in ambition arises from a lack of discipline. Or some twisted overfocus on all that isn’t. Perhaps it is but a constant bout with, and of self-denial.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 7.13.26
Whether wished or woeful, the words still seem to will their way. To me, or through me- to you, whoever, wherever you are. But the clouds of my own sentience seem to shroud what should be said. If anything even should.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 6.1.26
It keeps going, with or without us. Even if this still lush and vibrant world, all verdant and aqua and squandered as home, becomes nothing but a desolate and irradiated husk of a planet- it will keep going with elegant indifference. No matter the action or perspective taken- time, she carries on.
The Veracious Facade 