Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.7.26

Even if unsure of exactly why, it always emerges as apparent that we must keep being makers. Not in synthesized superficiality, but in the ways that shatter through our jagged depths to pull forth the beating meta-mass, even if covered in iron rich liquid. We are creatures set to embrace the benevolent strange, in the…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 7.20.26

There is wonder about my mind on whether the pondering of point is a dying breed of intellect. Perhaps, it was a defect to begin with. All life that we know aside ourselves never seems to worry about why it is anything is or will be. Just us, simple little simians plagued with the itch…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.5.25

Here, again. Might be the best of my bad habits. Or the worst. I suppose we’ll just have to keep finding ourselves here and figure it out. That, or fully commit to the delusion. Could be one in the same attempt, really.