Serpent in my bed
The dry snake slithers slowly, skales caressing my skin the tender weight of its body moves slowly closer closer to my groin with a forked-tongue tickling. I feel the cold […]
The dry snake slithers slowly, skales caressing my skin the tender weight of its body moves slowly closer closer to my groin with a forked-tongue tickling. I feel the cold […]
Every day another fire — fire-tongues licking thirsty moss trees turn into black hands, stretching from below the surface of an ashen sea. We went picking raspberries the other day […]
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