A day late. Something that hasn’t happened in years, and not exactly within the scope of my intention. Yet, despite the title, it is not longer Monday. And wonder consumes me almost absently as my contemplation seems not to know any navigation for this void.
Tag: thought
Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.22.25
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…
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.
