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?
Tag: purpose
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?
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: 5.25.26
Exhausted, behind scheduled and typing away from the time I can find in the night shift. Let’s see how this goes.
The Veracious Facade 