Marginalia & found poetry. Short fiction and other projects. Musings on startups. Photos from NYC and travels.
"Seen from this point, a bare ridge at the extremity of open land, Ktaadn presented a different aspect of any mountain I have ever seen, there being a greater proportion of naked rock rising up abruptly from the forest."
Henry David Thoreau in The Maine Woods
"This ground is not prepared for you... I have never made this soil for thy feet, this air for thy breathing, these rocks thy neighbors... Shouldst thou freeze or starve, or shudder thy life away, here is no shrine, nor altar, nor any access to my ear."