Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.14.26

Reality is quite surreal, don’t you think? Or so I often find myself thinking. And as is surely well enough known, thinking is a constant state for me.

Monday Evening Thoughts: 6.22.26

The solstice passed, almost without my notice until the last bit of light lingering about nearly escaped beyond the horizon. Meaning yesterday. And meaning literally, the longest stretch of daylight since this hemisphere’s bout last year- and I hadn’t realized the date until it had nearly gotten itself to night. It was quite a scene,…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.18.26

More melancholy than mad scientist on these Mondays, as of late. Or so the appearance seems and feels when the delusion is invoked, and fingers find their way to keys and construct some semblance of meaning from these often otherwise frantic and misfiring neural connections. Even in sleep, sometimes, they do not cease. In such…