What’s a featherwithout its wing?Just the last remains,of a raptor’s lunch What are wingswithout its bird?Just the failed ambitionsof never moving south? Is it death? Is this darkness dawn or […]
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 