Gravity

I adore the parable of connections between science and philosophy…

Unsigned Love Letters: Magic In A Bottle

You’d be happy to know that today, I have finally accepted that it is futile, unbecomingly so, to wish for the untethered vestiges of my mind to morph my image of you…

Knots

The 15,768,000 minutes of my existence…

Things

There are things, small and ephemeral, that slowly become a part of you…

Follies

The course of true love never did run smooth…

Wishful Thinking

“For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds…”