Hunting for kittens
The desert was an endless stretch of sand rocks and a few thorny plants. The bus was almost empty. Just me travelling eastward to meet up with Kate again. On […]
The desert was an endless stretch of sand rocks and a few thorny plants. The bus was almost empty. Just me travelling eastward to meet up with Kate again. On […]
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
the woes and dreams of a twenty-something with too many feelings
Now we see through a glass, darkly
A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry
About fantastical places and other stuff
Sharing my thoughts, poems, travel & art