one hundred miles beneath my feet, the world will begin pressing carbon and in one million millennia it will be diamonds, but here above ground, the sky presses gray air and in an instant it is brilliant crystal
An ongoing narrative of an ordinary life
one hundred miles beneath my feet, the world will begin pressing carbon and in one million millennia it will be diamonds, but here above ground, the sky presses gray air and in an instant it is brilliant crystal
Shaking my head, I walked back. My thirty second jog ahead had not turned up the Stone Elephant that had … More
It was just another one of a thousand cliché mornings: As I rolled out of bed to the insistent melody … More