You’d think that beginning would be the tough part. Meaning here. The abyss of a blank page, albeit in this case digital, staring not only back at, but seemingly right through you. Seeing all for what you are and are not, without an illusion left to shield you. And it matters, because if I don’t…
Tag: monday evening thoughts
Monday Evening Thoughts: 7.7.25
Is this the legacy of my own legend lost in all this life actually being lived? And what is this life, anyway? As it stirs me from barely dreaming into some wolf hour longing for the impossible? Or at the very least, improbable. This seemingly impassable divide widens with each step towards whatever conclusion is…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 6.23.25
The doomsday sayers, of all varieties, have been having their mutters turn to shouts, as of late. As has happened so many times before in this story of the human species. Though, I suppose it’s been a little more actual in planetary scale this past century. Still stinks of ancient holy war, though. As it…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 6.16.25
Is it the finite nature of our existence that leads to the irresistibly heart-shattering beauty of it all? All the pain and impermanence producing the opportunities for the sweetest visions of peace in this life never not passing us by?
The Veracious Facade 