Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.16.24

I suppose there is always the wonder why I end up here. Week after week, year after year. The urge to return to a blank page and pour out some sort of semblance of thought in a manner of at least mild literary aesthetic. At this point, a habit I seem unable to go on…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.9.24

An infinite amount of thoughts and emotions have been dolled out, digested and ditched since we last met here. And yet the daunting glow of this page still mostly blank seems to strike so many from my mind. Metaphysical stage fright, I suppose. So, I’d best get on with pushing through. The show must go…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.2.24

Thought I would play more music today. Don’t get me wrong, there was plenty played, just thought upon my original scheme of the day that I’d be more centric in it. But ‘twas not so, at least as of now. And as far as today goes, it’s just me and these personalities left to craft…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.26.24

It’s something, alright, the way perspective pivots the priority of our emotional capacities. Relative proximity within time being one that jumps to mind. Both the numbness and reverberating waves of woe associated with some personal tragedy, depending on the days since incident. And within the same breath, nostalgia can invoke something so dormant it was…