The typewriter has been collecting dust. So have a few of the guitars, and such. Perhaps, I am, as well. Or so say the thoughts so regularly fermenting within my little existence. As each minute and more continues to march out, almost as quick as it all seemed to arrive.
Tag: identity
Monday Evening Thoughts: 11.24.25
So, what is it that we might get ourselves up to pondering this evening? The thematically pervasive idea of gratitude, as comes with the seasonal celebration pert near upon us? Or to play to the contrarian that is ever residing inside me, shall I go on and on about the vast array of indignations I…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.5.24
What had we gone about here last time around? I suppose it doesn’t matter much. This always ends up being the same experiment, more or less. Some blue collar existentialism spouted out by this regularly cluttered mind. All these years later, and it often feels like the question grow in quantity. But perhaps, there is…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 7.15.24
An attempted gathering of coherent thinkin’- seems a tall order this evening. No shortage of whys for why that might be, regardless of the news pumped out on the video boxes we all adhere to like the faithful addicts that we are. Sensation of sight and sound in an instant, and all the subsequent surmising…
The Veracious Facade 