There is something to the silence once everyone leaves. Might be the emptiness that is always there. That ever-encompassing void. But anyway, here we are, aren’t we? Yet again. Almost as though it has been scheduled.
Tag: nostalgia
Monday Evening Thoughts: 10.20.25
After a day of mostly overcast and listless precipitation, that central daytime star decided to emerge within the atmosphere and cast one last shadow of light before retreating to the other side of the planet. So, I sit and write, again. All drenched with vicious wonderment at what life is left here for wringing.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 10.13.25
Insights lacking, my mind is tasked with scrounging inspiration on the opposite end of the spectrum from pessimism, while attempting to avoid redundancies and the overindulgence of self that might not even be interesting enough for an advice column in some newspaper thirty years ago.
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…
The Veracious Facade 