Just got out of work. Poured a glass of whiskey. On some principle. Or habit. This is the week, though. Anticipation abundant. It happens a different week every year, but in six of those trips around the sun, I’ve always held a reverence for this week. The lead up to my favorite show. A day…
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Sunday Morning Thoughts: 9.23.18
The beer is fine on the carpet. We’ll sleep tomorrow. So today, was not what I thought it would be. As though it ever could be to be begin with. Yet still, what I had vaguely schemed the first time I attempted waking this morning was far off from what was. But looking back, I…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 8.26.18
Speaking generally, it has been discovered that this particular thought experiment must be done with haste. Too much time spent dwelling, and the whole thing is likely to fall apart. Or worse. Turn into a vague and non-insightful concoction of lukewarm feelings. As motivating to the soul as ‘live, laugh, love’ is on a college…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 8.5.18
Maybe it is the very question. That which pulls me back, week after week- with all the irregularities in between. Each time one of these begins, the wonder and worry of why plumes about my neurons.
The Veracious Facade 