Sleep deprivation is not the thrill a younger self once thought. Still, it is not without its uses. And neither piss nor vinegar are the endless trove of poetic resource once perceived, though still quite bountiful. Perhaps their impermanence proves their importance.
Tag: ramblings
Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.13.24
Been wondering about the desire for expression and whether it is some sort of cursed sentence for the ego crimes of my sentience. And the direct correlation of my ignorance and narcissism.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.6.24
Had one of those long conversations the evening before this one. A few hours discussing ideas specific and vague. We spoke of doubt and death and the electricity of thinking you’re about to fail. Those cataclysmic sort of failures, as far as feelings in humans go.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.29.24
The woods I call home have seemingly burst forth again with life. Seemingly, as I know much of that life is around all year, be it in one form or another. But this is the time when all that life starts to rumble back towards prominence, be it of auditory or visual resurgence, or other…
The Veracious Facade 