Losing to darkness
She picked pomegranates warm from the sun. The stains on her gown, like blood on the bed sheets, have dried. She walked on the glass we had broken. Blood-let and […]
She picked pomegranates warm from the sun. The stains on her gown, like blood on the bed sheets, have dried. She walked on the glass we had broken. Blood-let and […]
Billy Bold is on a mission, crossing the desert on his horse with no name. For two days the range of mountains had sometimes been floating closer, sometimes heat-hazed it […]
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