The year of Chernobyl
I remember the the year of Chernobyl; the silent drizzle glazing my skin, how the spring seemed greyer, the greenery sick. I remember the year of Chernobyl how mushrooms and […]
I remember the the year of Chernobyl; the silent drizzle glazing my skin, how the spring seemed greyer, the greenery sick. I remember the year of Chernobyl how mushrooms and […]
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