Ice cream
You never grew from blackbirds, still your voice is even nearer to the gentlest green of May, more ferocious than the honeysuckled noise of luscious anemones and lilies of the […]
You never grew from blackbirds, still your voice is even nearer to the gentlest green of May, more ferocious than the honeysuckled noise of luscious anemones and lilies of the […]
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