Monday Evening Thoughts: 10.19.26

All for the story, or so often has been heard said. Through chaos and control, every pleasant memory and painful experience, even those that were so damaging effort is made to force their residence away to the forgotten. All we do, or is done in this life is for the tale told by our very…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.21.26

This evening begun by hand, pen and pad, in the backroom of a pub that used to be a local. And so, I confess, I do miss my old neighborhood. In a great many ways, still, feeling more my home than the land of my growing up or the land which can currently claim my…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.24.26

Is setting the master of the scene? Or are the character granted some inconsolable control? Is it the refracted light absorbed or the echoes from elsewhere vibrating meaning within the cranial prison of self? Or, is it all the amalgamated sensation surmised upon the dawn and dusk of each day? Each year? Of every life?

Monday Evening Thoughts: 7.27.26

Is the glimpse of a human life wasted upon thoughts all cosmic and forlorn? Would the service of its own sensation be suited more satisfactory with gratification that fades near as soon as it arrives?