Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.11.26

It is such a short time we’re here, isn’t it? Even when it seems to be the otherwise, the truth of our fleeting existence is never far from mind. A blink of being. A brief story told of our lives, with our lives.

Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.4.26

If morality is but a construct of humanity, how ever does one know what is right, and not just what is hoped to be right? Or if our desires override the correctness that would be otherwise more expansive among this particular species of ours?

Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.1.25

Trying to not think so finitely, but I suppose the hardware is flawed in that way. Most of the software, as well. As this particular collection of unassuming atoms thrives and survives on a scale pertaining to this specific communion, a biome, this electrical and organic cacophony called I, with its eventual expiration date. Not…