An office worker’s song
Hear sounds of night — a lullaby for withered fronds Hear sighs of night — how dark are shadows passing Hear screams of night — of horsemen in his nightmare […]
Hear sounds of night — a lullaby for withered fronds Hear sighs of night — how dark are shadows passing Hear screams of night — of horsemen in his nightmare […]
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