With constellations fading smothered smoothly as my whiteness whispers brittle binaries and forgotten scripts once programmed in my genomes. But since the mainframe tells me that I’m dead. my veins […]
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
Poems and psychosis.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
About fantastical places and other stuff
Björn Rudbergs writings 