Recycling
Once, grandmother told me of something called “sea”. She couldn’t really describe how so much water could ever exist. How there could be storms raising waves that could swallow a […]
Once, grandmother told me of something called “sea”. She couldn’t really describe how so much water could ever exist. How there could be storms raising waves that could swallow a […]
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
Poetry, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff