At dawn, we picked at scabs,struggledto unitch eczema leftby disparities of pastimes,our opposing perspectivesmanifested in contentious words.hurled when werewolfedunder the Cherry Moon. Now, displaced from nightwe lingered, lingermuted and displeasedlacking […]
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 