Hollow self
The hollow in your pillow, is a void still warm, an echo of the dreams we shared but split in two. You only saw yourself, while the only voice I […]
The hollow in your pillow, is a void still warm, an echo of the dreams we shared but split in two. You only saw yourself, while the only voice I […]
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