Ode to the paperclips
All that glisters is not gold— Often have you heard that told. The merchant of Venice, William Shakespeare This morning after bicycling I realized I brought to work a shirt […]
All that glisters is not gold— Often have you heard that told. The merchant of Venice, William Shakespeare This morning after bicycling I realized I brought to work a shirt […]
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,