In midst of the longest nights of this most recent solar cycle, optimism can seem so hard fought. Part of being a mammal, I suppose. Unless, of course you, dear reader, are something more reptilian. Which I do doubt very much. This bleeding heart semi-biographical philosophizing business seems to be a more endothermic affair. But…
Tag: thought
Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.15.25
Perhaps this is my greatest reoccurrence of masochism. To each week, for approximately three-quarters of a score of years now, stare down this blank page and attempt to wring something worthwhile from the seemingly empty void.
The Veracious Facade 