The night before last was one of short sleep and antagonistically active dreams. Not nightmares, though those are not unknown by your narrator. These were of a different kind. The sort that gets right at one, in ways that can only be done from the unguarded inside. The sort that when one returns from the…
Tag: nostalgia
Monday Evening Thoughts: 1.15.24
Late nights with just enough restlessness can be one thing, for sure. Add to that the technological capability of this modern era and the chronicling of mind and life my younger self had habituated (and continue in the present and ever onward)- I am only a few clicks away from a wealth of nostalgia.
Wednesday Evening Post: 4.12.23
Spend enough time dwelling upon them, the nature of some self-held beliefs can grow fickle in seemingly infinite ways. Malleable upon enough introspection. With relative ease a way can be contemplated away from the singular sentient perspective, crafted in the void of individuality.
The Veracious Facade 