Thomas Camack 7/15/26 Thomas Camack 7/15/26

It’s A Slog

I lost my train of thought. “The tuna salad’s ready,” my sister Amy called from the kitchen, so I meandered off and left it somewhere back there. I was gonna bring us to this area, anyway, eventually, to my driftiness and frequent absent-mindedness and- It’s here where I have trouble. That other stuff? It’s part of the progression of time and- Yeah. Lapses of memory have been with me for years.

Thomas Camack 7/12/26 Thomas Camack 7/12/26

GLP-1s & Assam Pineapple Shrimp

Our Red Fort experience was amazing, and our consensus was that this new location beats out the Meridian location in aesthetics, comfort, as well as dining – not to mention that it is closer.

Thomas Camack 6/19/26 Thomas Camack 6/19/26

Goodbye, Thymoma

The guy may have thought he was doing me a favor but, ultimately, didn’t, as I was operating on just the one lung even then and nobody – myself included – knew.

Thomas Camack 6/18/26 Thomas Camack 6/18/26

Alumni Ball

“You’ve gotta let ‘em go.”

Thomas Camack 6/17/26 Thomas Camack 6/17/26

All Things Must Pass

Embitterment came when my fever dream of holding onto everyone I’ve ever cared for ended. I looked for blame, you know. It’s whomever’s fault this happened or it’s because of that, when – truly – nobody could’ve foreseen it, nobody could’ve veered away from it happening.

Thomas Camack 6/16/26 Thomas Camack 6/16/26

Reunions Revisited

One’s schoolmates if from a small community did, afterall, accompany a fucker throughout a lengthy, formulative stretch of life and, when a reunion does roll around, it comes with a promise of their return to one’s life, if only for a day or weekend, souls once bound tightly ‘round memories and early accomplishments and perhaps they still do, though distance and time do their bit to weaken all ties that bind.