A pair of shoes once worn
Once filled with bones and flesh, pulsating blood, a pair of shoes, once worn when waiting for a piece of bread for the train for beginnings and this end of […]
Once filled with bones and flesh, pulsating blood, a pair of shoes, once worn when waiting for a piece of bread for the train for beginnings and this end of […]
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
Poems and psychosis.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku,