Oh, the futility of fulfilment. Cursed by the blessing of instinctual internal wiring that seems to make any sort of satisfaction contained in this biological combustion engine eternally beyond grasp. Always something more. The search for something yet unattained while disregarding any horde of deed, declaration or interaction, mighty or miniscule, that resides in the…
Tag: monday evening thoughts
Monday Evening Thoughts: 2.12.24
Stumble so, upon the scene of senses and the associated wonder of extrasensory sensations.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 2.5.24
I struggle with the idea of any destiny beyond that of the self-determined. Which is certainly a contender for the peak point of arrogance. I have a few traits in the running, I suppose. They pair well with the vast array of insecurities.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 1.29.24
Thoughts are what is advertised here, so thoughts I shall muster to the best, or more optimistically, beyond my ability.
The Veracious Facade 