Is it all just reminiscent of some vicious yesterday? The hope, a hollow, hallowed equation leading to nowhere you haven’t been, and all the places that you’ll never go?
Tag: purpose
Monday Evening Thoughts: 1.27.25
There is part of your humble narrator that feels he shouldn’t be here, doing this, yet again. That this exercise in philosophical hubris is doing unperceivable damage, while masquerading itself as something nobler than the cry for attention that all this might amount to being. That vanity and isolation within that leads back to this…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.16.24
There were a few attempts at starting this earlier. Some hand-scratched cynicism scrawled out yesterday. And a much more optimistic approach, not a few hours ago. Both abandoned, at least for now. If their merits were worthwhile as far as thinkings go, I trust they shall reemerge. We shall just have to wade through and…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.9.24
This has been left open, since around noon. A blank, pixelated page, haunting my every move of might and mind throughout the day. A reminder, if not a grim one, that nothing will happen until I will it into existence, no matter what struggle may subsequently ensue.
The Veracious Facade 