noosphere

we are too close
to the end of these sad bad times
to stop moving


what lives here:
microfiction, science, philosophy(?)
poetry, autobiography, photography
a bit of maths, art, music
and stuff

gmail at noosphere.tumblr

Mar
25th
Wed
6:02 pm
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it was a dream that looked like life
quiet streets
amber lights
the moon speaking of the sun
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