Institution (a teeny story)

Eowanna was yawning when she saw the lady in the moon, the lady untangling her hair with her fingers and looking lonely in the dark. Then Eowanna reached up and gave the lady in the moon her favourite hair brush. It was a special brush, with its heavy handle and backing made of the universal ebony; with its stiff and sharp bristle teeth made from the edges of clouds.

Die Nummer sind ein Wunder/ Another rambling post and minor update

(Google translate suggests that Zahlen sind ein Wunder is closer to the "Numbers are a miracle" that I want to say here, but I have only mild confidence in this.) Man this hasn't been a great couple of days of me versus technology and the world. (Whining to come, but first, most of our original … Continue reading Die Nummer sind ein Wunder/ Another rambling post and minor update