Never alone
The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite andperhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries – Jorge Luis Borges, The Library of Babel Another day faded as […]
The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite andperhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries – Jorge Luis Borges, The Library of Babel Another day faded as […]
Words, words, words taken out of place and mutilated, words from other men — those were the alms left him by the hours and the centuries. — From The Immortal […]
The aged librarian cannot reach the upper shelves where Plato hides. For yet a while his twilight lips knows by heart each metaphor, each parable. He can still sense Atlantis, […]
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
the woes and dreams of a twenty-something with too many feelings
Now we see through a glass, darkly
A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry
About fantastical places and other stuff
Sharing my thoughts, poems, travel & art