Sunday Morning Thoughts: 12.17.17

What shall we write about today? What thing can I not solve whilst still attempting with such bumbled elegance? We could talk about the news. And the potential doom of my fumbling public thought experiment. Among other things.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 12.10.17

I do fear, sometimes, this is all bullshit. It snowed the other day where I live. That did help, a bit. Changing of seasons makes for nice patterns to ritualistic self-discovery.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 12.3.17

Oh, sweet and bitter and bittersweet opportunity. A crisis of hopes and realities drawn together in a briefly witnessed moment and provoked by a choice. What to do, what to do? And maybe quicker than it arrived, off it goes. To the endless depths of wonder, regret and the hypotheticals of former possibilities. Will another…