Amber Magic
Dreadful is the night this lack of light this night of corpses my wish to die that growls into a voice of flesh and bones into a grim perplexing laughter […]
Dreadful is the night this lack of light this night of corpses my wish to die that growls into a voice of flesh and bones into a grim perplexing laughter […]
Every dream is a cross-road where the pilgrim in you is offered the choice between dragon and mice or whetstone and knife and you’re given advice from the lies of […]
When darkness tiptoed through our streets, we shut the windows, blocked the doors before they knocked. “This night is death”, you cried, “it stabs my gut”. We listened to the […]
On the edge of shadows with lidless amber watchful eyes we play and prance; two boxers me and him; we circle tiptoe; wait. Soft like snow our footfalls with retracted […]
All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream By Edgar Allan Poe When the faintest flames in gloom is all we see, or the sounds […]
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