i kept them with me babe, i put them with my own, can't make it all alone, i've built my dreams around you
it's that time of the year when we reminisce and replay this anthem:
still puzzled how Rick Beato missed it in his top 20 christmas songs list...
the asymmetry of ruin: scalability and lack of friction can turn ordinary mistakes into terminal events
I am no stranger to you. I was born in Troy, and the blood you see is oozing from no tree...
one climbs a small mountain just to see oneself surrounded by higher mountains that await our approach
in The Aeneid, we find a seamless fluidity that is indifferent to the translator
I publish slowly and irregularly