My dearest John,I cannot tell how much I wept, how hard it is for meto sleep imagining your shell-shocked comrades crying, mud-reeked in your gangrene-boredomof November rain,but I know of lack of food and sustenance because […]
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 