From the mireof my dainty day-dreams,are my snow-flakeswaxing tentacle-tender snarlingas slowly as the pleasure of pain. Behold these my lucid farrows, eluding the grappleof my waning graspas pearls from tissue,mud-born prickling,piercing the wild […]
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
Björn Rudbergs writings 