Look up to the stars.

When I was a child I remember thinking the stars might be holes through which you can peer into the real world. In my fantasy, this “realness” was made up of pure, vibrant light, with our universe hanging like a veil in front of it…

There is no loneliness like the loneliness of the dying. When it happens to us, we are all the same, we are all united, and we are all alone.

As a teenager, I remember vividly fearing death.
I think this started when I read about black holes, and how a fall…

Photo by Xavi Bou of starlings leaving a tree. See all his fantastic work at http://www.xavibou.com/

This is a little challenging to write about. It might end up being either too trivial or too elusive, instead of interesting, and it feels difficult to get it right that way.
It touches upon something that frustrates me deeply about human interactions — up to points of despair. As…

Recently, my daughter asked me during bathtime, “Why does my arm feel like it wants to float up when it’s underneath the water?”
The explanation I gave her seemed to resonate in a sort of good way, both for me and her, and I wanted to take the time to write…

The mechanism doesn’t make a sound, its complex matrix of gears smoothly readjusting their own constellation, an impossibly fantastic clock-work where the gears are more like small clocks themselves, and even their teeth reveal the infinite edges of fractals when examined up close.
Look now how a part of this…

Our Moon often gets an unfair amount of credit for its luminous properties, considering it acts solely as a pretty average reflector of sunlight.
Earth for instance, all watery and cloudy, reflects sunlight about three times better than the Moon does. …

Maarten Mortier

Dad, nerd, runner.

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