A Marmalade Tale

In a state of wretched wretchedness, I slipped down in my seat, turning inwards, the professor’s voice reduced to a mere hum in the background while the equations of Quantum Electrodynamics washed over me unchanged. Physics had no advice for… Continue Reading

Lavender and Smoke: The Texture of Being (1)

You’ve taken a wrong turn. All tools for preventing an outbreak of adventure have been rendered harmless: your cell phone battery is dead; the charger is at home; the glove compartment is not in possession of one of those old… Continue Reading