How about Icarus?
I wonder if the pull of hubris hurt like strings before your plunge? or if it was like sky, with blueness, sea and heaven, lack of lunch Did you sense […]
I wonder if the pull of hubris hurt like strings before your plunge? or if it was like sky, with blueness, sea and heaven, lack of lunch Did you sense […]
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