Unwritten
Even now, on the quivering edge of winter solstice, the nights are not dark enough to shroud or obscure his mania of picking at scabs of every promise unkept. Even […]
Even now, on the quivering edge of winter solstice, the nights are not dark enough to shroud or obscure his mania of picking at scabs of every promise unkept. Even […]
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