My left eye is a bit askew. Not much, but certainly not an even set. I think they say that’s the case for most people. Not much true symmetry in the human face. Makes for boring looks.
Tag: reflection
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 12.2.18
‘Tis here. Again. Dreary weather. Aggressive commercialism. Synthesized prerequisites for communal happiness. And all the wonderful reminders of your own loneliness, a fear in perpetuity. Bah humbug, as said the classic holiday scapegoat. Not the green furry one. The one that’s pretty much C. Montgomery Burns, but in England and more covered in coal dust.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 11.25.18
There was a note this morning. Left from myself. Orange paper, stuck to the desk. It read, “it is good for a poet to wait in the rain.”
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 8.26.18
Speaking generally, it has been discovered that this particular thought experiment must be done with haste. Too much time spent dwelling, and the whole thing is likely to fall apart. Or worse. Turn into a vague and non-insightful concoction of lukewarm feelings. As motivating to the soul as ‘live, laugh, love’ is on a college…
The Veracious Facade 