Clouds above a sea calm
When — my sweetheart did we get lost,wayward drifting on these wild and windless waters?Where — my darling, did we part ways, with me at sea and you at shore?Why — […]
When — my sweetheart did we get lost,wayward drifting on these wild and windless waters?Where — my darling, did we part ways, with me at sea and you at shore?Why — […]
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