I found some post-its tucked away in last year’s planner, poetry presumably written while procrastinating in the lab. Perhaps I will make a mini-series. Here is the first:
It’s complementary/ like peaks in Raman and infrared spectroscopy/ indestructive harmony/ creating cascades of music in melodious cacophony/ hard on the ears/ a grip on the heart. Aromas of a romance waft through the air like the notes of a Spanish guitar, tense, melodic, gravitational. A spiral of fallen petals in a small whirlwind appear in front of you, dust attacking watering eyes. The crusts of a long night in the warmth of a hot chocolate.