Wednesday Evening Post: 4.12.23

Spend enough time dwelling upon them, the nature of some self-held beliefs can grow fickle in seemingly infinite ways. Malleable upon enough introspection. With relative ease a way can be contemplated away from the singular sentient perspective, crafted in the void of individuality.

Monday Evening Post: 4.3.23

I think of reinvention as a dirty word. Probably shouldn’t, but I do all the same. Like the great many things I reduce down to calling bad habits.

Sunday Evening Post: 1.8.23

It is a reflective time of year, I suppose. Been dwelling upon the past, which, of course, can only go on so long before bleeding in with toxicity. I manage to manage it well enough.