The echidna sat on the desk for five years, gathering dust and fingernail shavings - spat out from the mouth of the caged man, John. He was accepted in the workplace, yet within, everything stood still. At times, he said he felt as though he understood Lord Kelvin; the formula; the molecules; the chase for equilibrium in everyday life. I last saw him at Wat Phra Kaew in Bangkok, deep in the crowd, staring towards the golden roof. It made for a busy, colourful photo, so I capt

As I write this, I am alive, and hence it is my turn in time, to live.  As you read this, if you will, it is your turn - am I still here?

We move along the linear time of life - can it be, that each segment of entropy, within a life, is broken up into the intersecting points...

I am logged into the Corporate World, using a password they chose. My unique face provides access to the handheld device of knowledge;...

by William May

By Corbin Jefferson

By Corbin Jefferson

By William May