In the stillness between equations and stardust, I glimpsed the beauty of precision. This gallery is not just about science—it’s about the wonder behind every formula, and the silence that follows discovery.
I count down the seconds until I am no longer a prisoner of a single world, until my spirit becomes as boundless as the universe itself
Last night I counted seventeen new stars being born in the corner where my sock drawer used to be
At the End of the Galactic Vortex, Does the Ultimate Answer Await?
Tonight I trade my ceiling for infinity, my nightmares for stardust, my loneliness for cosmic companionship