Can’t Sleep
“He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity. He imagined he…
Stories in a Day
“He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity. He imagined he…
Umm, no, that was not an existentialist question. How did you end up in my blog? You were probably just browsing the web, passing the time while you’re in the office?…