Is setting the master of the scene? Or are the character granted some inconsolable control? Is it the refracted light absorbed or the echoes from elsewhere vibrating meaning within the cranial prison of self? Or, is it all the amalgamated sensation surmised upon the dawn and dusk of each day? Each year? Of every life?
Tag: inspiration
Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.17.26
Perhaps the lull in ambition arises from a lack of discipline. Or some twisted overfocus on all that isn’t. Perhaps it is but a constant bout with, and of self-denial.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.10.26
Is it the ideas that plague me? Or are they the salvation in all this being?
Monday Evening Thoughts: 7.27.26
Is the glimpse of a human life wasted upon thoughts all cosmic and forlorn? Would the service of its own sensation be suited more satisfactory with gratification that fades near as soon as it arrives?
The Veracious Facade 