Time arrested by death
Touch me darkly my black beauty princess, my deep-purple queen across golden acres youth over mountains of joy and down into valleys, down into darkness of depths, on the pathways […]
Touch me darkly my black beauty princess, my deep-purple queen across golden acres youth over mountains of joy and down into valleys, down into darkness of depths, on the pathways […]
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