Darkness, fantasies
In this darkness, fantasies of bat-winged faeries flies (or lies), fingertips and wings are soft as a velvet brush. it’s breath is cold a rush of air (or not). The […]
In this darkness, fantasies of bat-winged faeries flies (or lies), fingertips and wings are soft as a velvet brush. it’s breath is cold a rush of air (or not). The […]
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Verba volant, scripta manent !
About fantastical places and other stuff