There’s a deep connection between sound, numbers, and how civilizations rise and fall. Hermann Hesse’s novel, The Glass Bead Game, hits on this when it talks about the acoustic side of society, or the fate of the worlds. The music…
The idea of multiverse suggests we live alongside endless parallel realities. In quantum physics, Hugh Everett III established the postulate of the Many Worlds Interpretation. Every decision you make splits reality into different branches, each heading off in its own…
We all have a vector of a truth hidden under the thousandth mask of a silent code… We all are a fragment of a Hilbert space diving deep, sinking high, in the metric completeness of a forgotten star… The black…
We all have a piece of a number hidden in the occult fabric of our 1000th mask… We all are a piece of a universe diving deep, sinking high in a moving particle of a past time… We all feel…
The science of programming is a genuine form of creation. Is it also literary? Is it also poetic? Developers place words on a screen to give life to abstract concepts. This activity closely resembles the meticulous work of a poet…
I drowned myself in dreams, sweet bitter memories of the future, the nonilluminated horizon of the forgotten galaxy of past, the hole of the needle eye hiding in the invisible black matter of the unique singularity smuggled by the beautiful…
in the softness of words the wearable pieces of silence divided the reality of choice: it is as it was… a softness in decision, the indecision of speech unscourged, undropped, unblistered by human language perfected in its soft soul. I…
The dust encircled the planet lost in its lightings like a thunder finding its way down to the tropical ice of a floating tear, left home, somewhere home. The dust engulfed the mind, the thought, the unique circular thought wandering…
inside the blue sky only the rocket was walking its way to the nearest droplet: the sea was filled with a mirroring speed catapulting the strings of a memory, whatever string, deep, skinny and blunt, over the red horizon the…
what is forbidden? a look at the sky? a walk in the forests or maybe the ocean that painted the time on your tie? the thought of the time like a spiral around your neck? the time that has been…