A Haiku I Wrote After A Walk Along The Shore On 4/7/24

Marie Curie’s century-old notebooks are still radioactive, so they’re kept in lead-lined boxes for protection against radiation exposure.  

Photo via: Wellcome Library, London

Anyone wishing to handle her notebooks, personal effects, or other items have to wear protective gear and sign a liability waiver, just in case. She basically walked around carrying radium and polonium in her pockets, so… yeah.

Photo via: Amanda Macias/Business Insider

Marie and her husband Pierre are buried in Paris’s Panthéon, a mausoleum in that contains the remains of distinguished French citizens — including philosophers Rousseau and Voltaire.

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When I see this picture, I feel comforted. This feels so familiar.

Last night, I got into some conversations with my friends about life, heaven, past lives and future lives. I will never know who or what I lived in my past or future, because the only plane that we truly know is real, and the only one we have control over is the present. But I see an image like this, I know I’ve been these before. I’ve swam in these water, basked in these iridescent light beams.

And I look foreword to the moment I get to do it all again.

salutation seeker, 4/4/24

which lars are you today

i need 2 nourish my body so when i die i can contribute maximum nutrients to the trees

to run after being kissed

it’s not a haiku guys! i wrote this a while back to be lyrics, but i thought i would have some fun in ai and make something to pair this writing with. not my usual topic to write about but it’s fun to switch it up :)

So I found this caterpillar on my way to class

We’re bros

toxic comfort       4/15/21

yearning for the lost 

toxicities of our past 

the comfort in them

another eclipse haiku from 4/8/24

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