Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.19.25

Via the cinders of time, the ideas arrive. But perhaps the plurality of it all is the illusion. Perhaps it is always the same quandary. The same thought, reoccurring. As old as this species, if not infinitely older. Just some other way of asking why.

Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.12.25

Adoration in spite of disdain. Victory in the face of defeat. Admirable ideas. But I think I’d like just a plain old victory, now and again. This heart, I know it can bear a lot, but perhaps I might like to not be constantly extending it to and beyond its limits. Something not straining or…