A Month in Krakow
A funny thing happens:
A day becomes a month,
a plot becomes a line
— best fit —
and outliers are discarded
for sake of
the data.
A funny thing happens:
A day becomes a month,
a plot becomes a line
— best fit —
and outliers are discarded
for sake of
the data.
We walked to the quarry and had our first talk of the end. She’d come to visit from Budapest and was staying for a long weekend. We’d last seen each other five weeks before and spent the ensuing time apart on separate continents. We left on good turns. Now we were back in Krakow and … Continue reading The Black Magic and Heart Break of Zakrzówek Quarry