It's a nice day looking out, There's squawk in a distance. A being sits by the glass, through another, it grasped a cup of water, it swirled like galaxies: one born out of another. . The entire history of all we comprehend as cosmos elapses. . it took a sip. It's a nice day looking … Continue reading ‘Cosmos’
Well, since bits of it have already shown up in postcards that I send, I thought I might as well expand it into a doggerel. I really want to change it and add a few commas, but good night for now. Lunar eclipse yesterday morning that inspired this piece. Check it out on UC Berkeley … Continue reading Earth, #3
So, here we are. A few days back in California, I asked a few people how they were a year ago. Well, on the upside, one thing that I have learned is the triviality in organizing events of one's life in boxes of "years", maybe birthdays could make more sense. I wanted to say how … Continue reading Re: MMXVII
Wrong me; Smite me. Betray me; Teach me. Plan it not. Regret it not. In silence one hears patience; Through mist I feel the path. It came to me, Sleepless hearts, What they create. What they've done. So irrationally, I seek reason; In all, Is there a better illusion? Same to you, My dearest friend. … Continue reading Sleepless Hearts, #2
I saw stars through my ceiling, Below our moon, they were sitting In my mind they were calling. The autumn leaf and the swirling wind were my finger’s relative. Maybe here I am, so we never again separate. ⋯ I could not see where it began. I could not conjure afar I am afar. I … Continue reading Sleepless Hearts, #1 (ENG – CHN)
It’s not about overview effect; I’m not on drugs. The story was long: it once resided in two places across a continent; now it’s three feet across but also spread through all time that I could conjure. If I can invent time machine, this Day is where I travel back to. That's been the full … Continue reading November 17th
A letter from "AC" to a newly formed star. The word “to create” can be understood as “to verify a theory”, if you wish. It's procrastination gone awry, in a way.
Three profound stories from my middle school days.
Late night outlook on companionship.
I am still attempting to fit every academic desire into the schedule for next semester — last one at Berkeley, second last one as an undergraduate student: Quantum, Introductory Cosmology, GR, advanced mechanics, Stats mech, topology, complex analysis, cellular biology, music theory, existentialism, and perhaps a language, documentary filmmaking and theatre (thanks). While writing this … Continue reading Directions