The day the music died
I take pebbles from the shore and throw them one by one into dying water. From across the bay I hear music playing from an open window. Just like last […]
I take pebbles from the shore and throw them one by one into dying water. From across the bay I hear music playing from an open window. Just like last […]
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