Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.11.25

I’ll confess to you now, dear reader, this has been looming over my consciousness with something akin to dread. Whatever scribbling I’ve had seemed to fall short, yet here I arrive at the mouth of this cave yet again. Unprepared for the beast I must now face.

Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.21.25

Making lists again. Microplots towards some imperceptible future. I know it unseeable, this future. I’ve seen it, through the miraculous horrors of hindsight. You can never really tell what’s coming next. At least not by very far.

Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.15.24

Something about the dirt and sun worshipper in me stirs. Abides by the instigation and wonders how many springs I’ve left to see. And in what season might the last of me see. The fortune I find in such a space and time.