Words Expressed and Truth Unknown

Visions of reign feign down upon life, My soul empties Slits of red angular motion, Peak to Peak, I see it all. Whoever wishes, may Whoever dreams, realizes Whoever struggles with the eternal, becomes His purpose in the painful afterglow of life’s first moments. Shimmering doubts light the fire of the will. My soul longsContinue reading “Words Expressed and Truth Unknown”

“Excessive Consciousness is a Disease”– Dostoevsky

To re-create that which is infused with melancholy and charm in a sparsely populated brewery room ravaged by the years of small town living and the recent pandemic would be tricky indeed. Vulnerable chords and gloomy laughter, peaceful sessions of music. The room is lit, not dimly, but not happily. Here it is still natural,Continue reading ““Excessive Consciousness is a Disease”– Dostoevsky”