I sit before you now, a tangled mess of head and heart. Knots and weaves of both my own design and of forces so far beyond my control, one might think them other worldly. I was told, from both outside and inside my own skull, that I must attempt to unravel some of that here….
Tag: immortality
Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.20.24
Sleep deprivation is not the thrill a younger self once thought. Still, it is not without its uses. And neither piss nor vinegar are the endless trove of poetic resource once perceived, though still quite bountiful. Perhaps their impermanence proves their importance.
The Veracious Facade 