Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.21.25

Making lists again. Microplots towards some imperceptible future. I know it unseeable, this future. I’ve seen it, through the miraculous horrors of hindsight. You can never really tell what’s coming next. At least not by very far.

Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.14.25

I couldn’t see the moon tonight. Might be that it isn’t out yet, or is hidden behind the veil of clouds cast about the piece of rock I call home. It was bright last night. Perhaps I should have paid better mind while it was here, but alas, I took it for granted. As goes…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.7.25

There is a dichotomy, opposing sides, currently in my mind. There is part that doesn’t wish to seem too grim. And, of course, the equal and opposite urge knows that I must be honest, and to do that, at least this evening, grim matters must be broached. So, anyway, off we go.