I wonder. At what point does memory become history? And, at what point is desire too corrupted by selfishness so that nothing pure is left remaining?
Tag: inspiration
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 1.20.18
There was a moon last night. I failed to see it. Sounds like a memoir title. Or a song.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 1.13.19
By tomorrow, it shall be done. Today even. Maybe. All depends on how quickly I can bleed this week’s stone. And if anything else might end up happening today.