Someone called me a walking autumn, earlier today. I wonder if she can see all my impending decay. Aesthetic, though it might be. And the cooler air is better for breathing, even when stalled in bouts of mild hyperventilating, from time to time.
Tag: hope
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…
The Veracious Facade 