books i read in 2024

2666 – Roberto Bolaño (4/5)Master Builder – Alfonso Martinez Arias (4/5)The Red Shoes – Clarissa Pinkola Estés (3/5)Thinking in Systems – Donella Meadows (4/5)Orthodoxy – G.K. Chesterton (5/5)Heretics – G.K. Chesterton (3/5)Motes and Beams – Michael Pierce (2/5)Advice for a Young Investigator – Santiago Ramón y Cajal (4/5)Cognitive Personality Theory – Harry Murrell (4/5)Atomic HabitsContinue reading “books i read in 2024”

Post-Kuhn: The Age of Molecular Biology

I argue here that Kuhn’s observations of scientific practice are inadequate as a rational take on scientific nature. Kuhn’s reliance on human psychology during ‘normal science’ causes him to confuse sociology with logical development. ———- Before the writings of Thomas Kuhn, science was generally seen as the cumulative growth of human knowledge. Kuhn was opposed to this perspective; he believed that science was dividedContinue reading “Post-Kuhn: The Age of Molecular Biology”

Lighthouse Lost

Cursed to be a bridge between worldsI floatlistening for the whisper of onewho would deliver me from freedom,who would sink into my souland fish out words I’d never dare to speak.What footprintsdoes love leave behind?Remnants from the beginning of things?Or mud tracked in from the wilderness?When we are weak from dreamingour fathers offer up prayersContinue reading “Lighthouse Lost”

Glow

Rattled by bones,juggling keys.Punished by years,carried on crowdsSearching for a womanwho won’t ever be found .Crystallised in your heartat age 5, waking from a dream,alone yet full.Those characters we watched growfrom their primordial yearningto their humble descentare in constant sorrow.But a sorrow pregnant with possibility.A teardrop that merges with the rainand drips down alleyways ofContinue reading “Glow”

Wake Up and Smell the Java

maybe love is a like a wave function collapsing when observed. amber streetlights and skyways — once quiet as cobblestone blackened, rough and marked. maybe love is like a wave function, etchings on cave walls, ashy rags, turbines, bellowing smoke, buzzless warmth but now, jagged crossroads. none of us can reconcile our bodies pressed inContinue reading “Wake Up and Smell the Java”