Moccasins
You crave a house; a garden with a stately oak, a library a place to rest. Walls you build with thoughts and windows form from dreams the roof is tiled […]
You crave a house; a garden with a stately oak, a library a place to rest. Walls you build with thoughts and windows form from dreams the roof is tiled […]
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