Spend enough time dwelling upon them, the nature of some self-held beliefs can grow fickle in seemingly infinite ways. Malleable upon enough introspection. With relative ease a way can be contemplated away from the singular sentient perspective, crafted in the void of individuality.
Tag: humanity
Sunday Evening Post: 1.8.23
It is a reflective time of year, I suppose. Been dwelling upon the past, which, of course, can only go on so long before bleeding in with toxicity. I manage to manage it well enough.
Monday Evening Post: 8.8.22
I wonder. At what point does memory become history? And, at what point is desire too corrupted by selfishness so that nothing pure is left remaining?
Sunday Evening Post: 7.31.22
The preponderous thought is upon us. Or at least me, being the least me, if I can manage.
The Veracious Facade 