The mask of pretending narcissism
In the mirror he can see his stories, past and present sins as carved striations, scars and flaky rot — still he smiles, pretending it’s right to take but never […]
In the mirror he can see his stories, past and present sins as carved striations, scars and flaky rot — still he smiles, pretending it’s right to take but never […]
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