Like a river
The pages of a new book, still unread, is like a river, tentative at first. The aged librarian never reads the blurb but lingers on the foreword he’s basking with […]
The pages of a new book, still unread, is like a river, tentative at first. The aged librarian never reads the blurb but lingers on the foreword he’s basking with […]
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