Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.30.24

The house is a mess. The sink is full, dirty laundry strewn about the basement as though someone were pulling it apart looking for some sort of secret. My back hurts as it so often did in the days where I took little to no care of my still young flesh. There are half a…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.16.24

There were a few attempts at starting this earlier. Some hand-scratched cynicism scrawled out yesterday. And a much more optimistic approach, not a few hours ago. Both abandoned, at least for now. If their merits were worthwhile as far as thinkings go, I trust they shall reemerge. We shall just have to wade through 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.