Monday Evening Thoughts: 1.27.25

There is part of your humble narrator that feels he shouldn’t be here, doing this, yet again. That this exercise in philosophical hubris is doing unperceivable damage, while masquerading itself as something nobler than the cry for attention that all this might amount to being. That vanity and isolation within that leads back to this…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 1.20.25

Been scratching out words in a notebook throughout the day. I have no idea if these have any cohesion, other than all originating from my cerebral cesspool. I’m just going to type them all out, with no context, as I cannot seem to conjure another way to begin this evening. So, here goes-

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: 1.6.25

Sunset was the only color emerging from the sky, today. Gray and white, otherwise, and now all gone to deep blue and black, just glimmers of light tracing their way through space, across distances one can barely begin to comprehend. So far, the light might be all that is left. Dead, at the origin, and…