Morphism of my moduli
Derive a morphism from the finite field, project it, come extract it. Let it dwell embedded in momentum of Euclidean space. Let us open manifolds, let curvatures, extend derivative of […]
Derive a morphism from the finite field, project it, come extract it. Let it dwell embedded in momentum of Euclidean space. Let us open manifolds, let curvatures, extend derivative of […]
My garden is a library, my books are flowerbeds. When leafing through my books I find how flowers in my garden are like poems. A few are buds, in splash […]
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