It is not Sunday morning. That’s right. It is now Monday afternoon. I strive for punctuality. My history has proven otherwise. No point getting all bent out of shape. However, this does not mean that I wasted a Sunday morning. Far from the case.
Tag: sunday morning thoughts
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 6.11.17
It’s alright. I understand. I do it too. What is now hours upon hours spent flipping through the compartmentalized lives of hundreds of folks. Hunched over a pocket-sized glow. Whatever they choose to share. And whatever I choose to witness. Less than a moment spent on each. No longer knowing what it is that hope…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 6.4.17
Blame is easy. It all has to be someone else’s fault. And they must change. Not me. Not us. They did this. They’re doing it, and they’re doing it to us. Fear. Hate. Terror. Doom. It’s all coming and it’s all coming thanks to the vague and horrible ‘they’. The television. The newspaper. And that…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 5.28.17
It’s an interesting thing about humans. Memories that go longer than our own lives. Than our own experiences. Memories of immortality.
The Veracious Facade 