Pripyat, Ukraine
Footfalls groaning gravel crushed; moan of wind and crazy doors… In spring the dandelions break through crumbling bricks as mortar dust to death. Where once were windows, stares the empty […]
Footfalls groaning gravel crushed; moan of wind and crazy doors… In spring the dandelions break through crumbling bricks as mortar dust to death. Where once were windows, stares the empty […]
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