Fanciful lust
It wasn’t the reek of decay that aroused him — death and pestilence had been his companions and friendsever since he crossed those bridges at dusk;the night of necrosis had seemed eternal but […]
It wasn’t the reek of decay that aroused him — death and pestilence had been his companions and friendsever since he crossed those bridges at dusk;the night of necrosis had seemed eternal but […]
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