a dream 3/3/25

You run to your imagination because we are a species that whimpers. That withers. That dies. You stand on that unwieldy precipice of freedom because you hope that peace lies within. It does not. Only loneliness waits there. And anguish is soon to...

rambling 1/27/25

I have succumbed to the chronic nature of my humanity once more having tasted forbidden fruit. Accordingly my punishment is knowing. One more wolf chased off, but how will I deal with its absence? It is self evident to me now, and perhaps it was before though my eyes...