Counting spider-legs
I had to fight to find my place, in my war for life, I had to claim a cozy cot inside this sheltered uterus carved in fissured gneis, and dig […]
I had to fight to find my place, in my war for life, I had to claim a cozy cot inside this sheltered uterus carved in fissured gneis, and dig […]
I returned a Monday in September; ten days before the autumn equinox. Dusk had started to stretch its hands through our silent forest. A few exhausted leaves rolled leisurely across […]
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