Been thinking of stories, as of late. Perhaps our greatest ability, or greatest flaw, that damaged human design of making stories of everything. In every moment, in every word and vision, the tale is told from a singular perspective to an audience of at least one. Perhaps more, depending on the number of one’s personalities,…
Tag: monday evening thoughts
Monday Evening Thoughts: 2.10.25
There is a record playing the background.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 2.3.25
How self-indulgent can one man get? Well, tune in and sit tight. You’re about to find out.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 1.27.25
There is part of your humble narrator that feels he shouldn’t be here, doing this, yet again. That this exercise in philosophical hubris is doing unperceivable damage, while masquerading itself as something nobler than the cry for attention that all this might amount to being. That vanity and isolation within that leads back to this…
The Veracious Facade 