The house is a mess. The sink is full, dirty laundry strewn about the basement as though someone were pulling it apart looking for some sort of secret. My back hurts as it so often did in the days where I took little to no care of my still young flesh. There are half a…
Tag: monday evening thoughts
Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.23.24
I know, it’s late. I’m sure you all have been waiting with bated breath to see if this evening’s thoughts were to ever arrive. Fret not, dear reader, I have returned. Even with but a few minutes until Tuesday arrives, and even with nothing much plotted out before sitting down to tackle the blank page,…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.9.24
This has been left open, since around noon. A blank, pixelated page, haunting my every move of might and mind throughout the day. A reminder, if not a grim one, that nothing will happen until I will it into existence, no matter what struggle may subsequently ensue.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.2.24
Funny, you know? How a day unfolds before each of these. And how the days fold out afterward. Glory and consequences and such. Insignificance and torrential emotional barrage. Take your pick, they’ve all happened as of late and historically, somewhere near one of these weekly rambles. And within all that action of passing through time,…
The Veracious Facade 