I think of the strength in fragility. The importance of insignificance, and the inverse. And all the other perfectly paired contrary ideas that come along with this human existence. But I don’t need to tell you all that. You, being a human, one that clicked their way here. I suppose there is a limit to…
Tag: inspiration
Monday Evening Post: 8.8.22
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?
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.