Monday Evening Thoughts: 6.3.24

There was an attempt to accomplish this in the timely manner associated with the title. It had failed, mostly. I managed two paragraphs, as follows. And I quote…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.20.24

Sleep deprivation is not the thrill a younger self once thought. Still, it is not without its uses. And neither piss nor vinegar are the endless trove of poetic resource once perceived, though still quite bountiful. Perhaps their impermanence proves their importance.

Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.13.24

Been wondering about the desire for expression and whether it is some sort of cursed sentence for the ego crimes of my sentience. And the direct correlation of my ignorance and narcissism.