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Dec 14, 2025
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6 min read
She could have claimed her genes that colour my eyes cedar, the tiny hole in my abdomen, the eugenic contour of my hips, the chromosomal girth I inherited, but she insisted on skin, my corium. The dress that I wear to hide the decay in my marrow, the yellowing of osteocytes, the decalcifying of my bones.
Dec 11, 2025
2 min read
I take it everywhere with me, because in the back of mind I will never stop loving it. Growing with it. Letting it flow like a river of stars from my pupils. I will devour it whole and float in the saline lagoons of its innards.
Nov 23, 2025
7 min read
A godess once born from seafoam now rises from your screen. This essay explores how the digital age has transformed Aphrodite into an algorithmic construct.
Nov 5, 2025
4 min read
Every breath my vision narrows, time stumbles and I forget how to breathe. But I did remember to pen down these words on a blank paper, indigo staining this bleached white cellulose with sultry words. We all our broken vases, unsolved puzzles, dilapidated machines, patched embroidery, and unfinished paintings.
Oct 20, 2025
8 min read
“The colourful images of the brain, paraded in magazines and advertisements, suggest that the self can be located in bright pixels of activity. This seduction is aesthetic as much as scientific, but it comes at the price of truth.”— Raymond Tallis, Aping Mankind
Sep 26, 2025
An ode to uncertainty and the quantum laws that governs us all, Heisenberg's Muse is a deeply personal poetry prose about transience and the inevitability of it. The daughter of the cosmos was an untamed creature. Heisenberg's muse. She waded through the billows of life like a volatile starling, a dynamic entity dancing through the matrix of kinesthesia, her skin adorned with the shimmer of quantum laws.
Sep 23, 2025
Martian microbial life, detecting carbon on meteorites, feasibility of life on Enceladus and a poem on dark matter
Sep 8, 2025
5 min read
A visceral personal account of domestic and psychic fracturing of a teenage girl; bounded and nourished by this broken semblance of comfort called home
Aug 25, 2025
subject: Burial attempt 01coordinates: 68.4 °N, 225 °W (Baghdad Sulcus)
