Sleepless in October
it’s not rain nor persistent wind — autumn’s weight is darkness penetrating skin and veins turning blood to stone dressed in shroud of moss and bracken somber songs from corpse […]
it’s not rain nor persistent wind — autumn’s weight is darkness penetrating skin and veins turning blood to stone dressed in shroud of moss and bracken somber songs from corpse […]
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