Another dream
I’m a beetle in a city’s underbelly; unknown to me.. Behind me echoes. Footsteps, heavy, kissed with limp. Ahead an eerie shimmer blinds; is it hope or corpse-light? My breath […]
I’m a beetle in a city’s underbelly; unknown to me.. Behind me echoes. Footsteps, heavy, kissed with limp. Ahead an eerie shimmer blinds; is it hope or corpse-light? My breath […]
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