Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.12.24

I am convinced, at least as of this evening, that the lack of any type of preparation for this trip we’re about to take is the right call. There was something scratched out of a sticky note, but we’re just going to pretend that doesn’t exist.

Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.5.24

What had we gone about here last time around? I suppose it doesn’t matter much. This always ends up being the same experiment, more or less. Some blue collar existentialism spouted out by this regularly cluttered mind. All these years later, and it often feels like the question grow in quantity. But perhaps, there is…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 7.1.24

Almost weaseled my way out of this one. No such luck. Enough life is left in my mind this evening, and enough ideas were scratched out upon paper to convince your humble narrator to practice this exercise in vanity, yet again. We’ll see how it goes. Potentially (likely) horribly. Perhaps profound, but we shall let…