Is this the legacy of my own legend lost in all this life actually being lived? And what is this life, anyway? As it stirs me from barely dreaming into some wolf hour longing for the impossible? Or at the very least, improbable. This seemingly impassable divide widens with each step towards whatever conclusion is…
Tag: loss
Monday Evening Thoughts: 6.30.25
I sit before you now, a tangled mess of head and heart. Knots and weaves of both my own design and of forces so far beyond my control, one might think them other worldly. I was told, from both outside and inside my own skull, that I must attempt to unravel some of that here….
Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.21.25
Making lists again. Microplots towards some imperceptible future. I know it unseeable, this future. I’ve seen it, through the miraculous horrors of hindsight. You can never really tell what’s coming next. At least not by very far.
The Veracious Facade 