The artefact
The rays of light from the torch cut through stale air of the secret chamber. Specks of dust scintillated in its sheen. Professor Detlev Hörder gasped. “Diz iz de crown […]
The rays of light from the torch cut through stale air of the secret chamber. Specks of dust scintillated in its sheen. Professor Detlev Hörder gasped. “Diz iz de crown […]
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,