Apologies. This damn lack of discipline aligned with the algorithmic antagonist all around. Gives information one might be better off without, and the thoughts associated with the seen, never unseen. Well, we shouldn’t say never.
Wednesday Evening Post: 8.31.22
It is a bit like a curse. That insatiable itch. That oh, so human desire to know the future before the seeming snail’s pace in which we find ourselves encountering it.
Wednesday Evening Post: 8.17.22
Endings. Beginnings. Been on my mind, though I suppose the truth is in all the living in the between.
Wednesday Evening Post: 6.8.22
Eternal echoes, said someone far more famed than I.