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…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 1.13.25

Thoughts. That’s the theme here, right? Though, I suppose I shouldn’t be asking you that. This is my creation. My monster. One spawned so far back in time, yet only a few hundred yards from where I was standing earlier today. But we can get to memory lane later on, with all its tricks and…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.9.24

This has been left open, since around noon. A blank, pixelated page, haunting my every move of might and mind throughout the day. A reminder, if not a grim one, that nothing will happen until I will it into existence, no matter what struggle may subsequently ensue.