The garden is silent
When red of my roses burnt into brown and your pansies have perished in snow the garden is silent, the orchard is bare. When ivy has strangled the plum tree […]
When red of my roses burnt into brown and your pansies have perished in snow the garden is silent, the orchard is bare. When ivy has strangled the plum tree […]
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