Short stories transcripted on digital tablets on mars. When the purple skies meets in fluorescence pink sea. So how do these blocks work – when the laptop heats up, the fingers will burn, like moths to a flame; stopping at the light.You told me to bring me, and then you became the mist. Demon dogs…… Continue reading Greetings from space & the green shepherd of dune.
The blocks that run the world – a world of words and prose. I don’t know. Shall we discuss this over coffee? what is this? burnt wood once again.This space is not good. Doing things in the block will cause a new way of building text. Welcome – to the end of the line -…… Continue reading What is this & watch this space. Burnt wood with lavender scent.
Once there was a man. came into riches from a bag. The bag. Attachment: Not found
After slight editing in the backend. it looks like a clean slate is promising. Very good.untitled note
A place where I will write. Graveyard of words for 2021 Collections of thoughts. A monkey looking at a bird. Tried. A new way of editing – changing the theme to the default wordpress blog. With a 50/50 2 column layout, I can write with more intent of experimental structure. Photo by Naveen Annam on…… Continue reading Nothing is here