Mushrooms
Picking mushrooms you can barely sense the might of mycorrhiza growing down below, how it tangles with the roots, embrace the trees and links with soil to feed the bloom […]
Picking mushrooms you can barely sense the might of mycorrhiza growing down below, how it tangles with the roots, embrace the trees and links with soil to feed the bloom […]
The ancient sailor sat by the shore staring at nothing with cataract eyes. “Sea will come to swallow us soon”, he muttered “It’s spring tide already, uncle?” He chuckled lighting […]
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