Monday Evening Thoughts: 2.23.26

Even if on the polar end of the dichotomy from more barbaric violence, is this urge to return to this place that doesn’t actually exist just as detrimental to whatever fraction of a piece of part of the inexplicable human spirit that currently resides in this ever-decaying body? Is this just another fix? A self-made…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 2.9.26

There is the delirium of exhaustion about me, this evening. I wouldn’t lie to you, dear reader. At least not intending to. At least, not yet.

Monday Evening Thoughts: 2.2.26

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.