The bottom line
I never knew infinity was relative. I thought that traces could be buried deep in archives, that fraud was safe, and accountants never could be charged. But they digitized the […]
I never knew infinity was relative. I thought that traces could be buried deep in archives, that fraud was safe, and accountants never could be charged. But they digitized the […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
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