Endings. Beginnings. Been on my mind, though I suppose the truth is in all the living in the between.
Tag: thoughts
Friday Evening Post: 8.12.22
There is to be a show. I am to put one on. Less than a week to go. And here I am, interrupting my own preparation.
Monday Evening Post: 8.8.22
I wonder. At what point does memory become history? And, at what point is desire too corrupted by selfishness so that nothing pure is left remaining?
Sunday Evening Post: 7.31.22
The preponderous thought is upon us. Or at least me, being the least me, if I can manage.
The Veracious Facade 