matmatician
@matmatician.bsky.social
🧙♂️Conjurer of Cheap Tricks
🌳 Speaker to Trees
🌊 Enjoyer of Creeksides
☀️ Sunbeam Dustmote Enthusiast
🪩 Dance Music Consumption Vessel
🐈🐕 Overseer of Entirely Too Many Animals
↖️ Citizen of Cascadia
😬 Producer of non-AI Cringe
🌳 Speaker to Trees
🌊 Enjoyer of Creeksides
☀️ Sunbeam Dustmote Enthusiast
🪩 Dance Music Consumption Vessel
🐈🐕 Overseer of Entirely Too Many Animals
↖️ Citizen of Cascadia
😬 Producer of non-AI Cringe
Fall in love with the little things
The way the sunlight hits the spice rack
Knowing that beam is just for you
The way it all looks this second
Because now is all we have
So why not fall in love with it
The things outside this moment
Are then's problems
But right now
Is mine
And beautiful
#poetry
The way the sunlight hits the spice rack
Knowing that beam is just for you
The way it all looks this second
Because now is all we have
So why not fall in love with it
The things outside this moment
Are then's problems
But right now
Is mine
And beautiful
#poetry
July 16, 2025 at 12:19 AM
Fall in love with the little things
The way the sunlight hits the spice rack
Knowing that beam is just for you
The way it all looks this second
Because now is all we have
So why not fall in love with it
The things outside this moment
Are then's problems
But right now
Is mine
And beautiful
#poetry
The way the sunlight hits the spice rack
Knowing that beam is just for you
The way it all looks this second
Because now is all we have
So why not fall in love with it
The things outside this moment
Are then's problems
But right now
Is mine
And beautiful
#poetry
A clipped plant watching the weeds grow
And a security camera peering into its reflection
Isn't life like that?
Longing for a freedom we lost
Staring at a fragment of ourselves
I hope the lens and the eucalyptus
Find solace in each other
And a security camera peering into its reflection
Isn't life like that?
Longing for a freedom we lost
Staring at a fragment of ourselves
I hope the lens and the eucalyptus
Find solace in each other
July 12, 2025 at 4:49 AM
A clipped plant watching the weeds grow
And a security camera peering into its reflection
Isn't life like that?
Longing for a freedom we lost
Staring at a fragment of ourselves
I hope the lens and the eucalyptus
Find solace in each other
And a security camera peering into its reflection
Isn't life like that?
Longing for a freedom we lost
Staring at a fragment of ourselves
I hope the lens and the eucalyptus
Find solace in each other
It used to be a toy was a toy
Not a facsimile
Of a ball and chain.
Thankfully,
My son decided to use his
As a feather weight
Lest his real treasure
Fly away on the breeze.
Not a facsimile
Of a ball and chain.
Thankfully,
My son decided to use his
As a feather weight
Lest his real treasure
Fly away on the breeze.
July 10, 2025 at 3:12 AM
It used to be a toy was a toy
Not a facsimile
Of a ball and chain.
Thankfully,
My son decided to use his
As a feather weight
Lest his real treasure
Fly away on the breeze.
Not a facsimile
Of a ball and chain.
Thankfully,
My son decided to use his
As a feather weight
Lest his real treasure
Fly away on the breeze.
Sometimes I don't know
If I can put enough color
Into the world to fight the black and white.
But
I have to try.
If I can put enough color
Into the world to fight the black and white.
But
I have to try.
April 30, 2025 at 4:30 AM
Sometimes I don't know
If I can put enough color
Into the world to fight the black and white.
But
I have to try.
If I can put enough color
Into the world to fight the black and white.
But
I have to try.
Efforts bear fruit
And ducks lay eggs
The act of creation and whimsy
Begets more of the same
So go forth
My silly Geese-
Make happy happen
You never know!
A stranger may join
Your crazy train
And you may find yourself
In better spirits
With a companion
Misery loves company
But so does joy
#poetry
And ducks lay eggs
The act of creation and whimsy
Begets more of the same
So go forth
My silly Geese-
Make happy happen
You never know!
A stranger may join
Your crazy train
And you may find yourself
In better spirits
With a companion
Misery loves company
But so does joy
#poetry
April 12, 2025 at 2:35 PM
Efforts bear fruit
And ducks lay eggs
The act of creation and whimsy
Begets more of the same
So go forth
My silly Geese-
Make happy happen
You never know!
A stranger may join
Your crazy train
And you may find yourself
In better spirits
With a companion
Misery loves company
But so does joy
#poetry
And ducks lay eggs
The act of creation and whimsy
Begets more of the same
So go forth
My silly Geese-
Make happy happen
You never know!
A stranger may join
Your crazy train
And you may find yourself
In better spirits
With a companion
Misery loves company
But so does joy
#poetry
The lights are on
And somebody's home-
Spring and the house
Are full of things warm and blooming;
Sunshine and flowers
Laughter and love
Hugs from a toddler
And soon-to-be second time mother.
Winter's behind,
No more coldness or brooding.
#poetry
And somebody's home-
Spring and the house
Are full of things warm and blooming;
Sunshine and flowers
Laughter and love
Hugs from a toddler
And soon-to-be second time mother.
Winter's behind,
No more coldness or brooding.
#poetry
April 8, 2025 at 7:32 PM
The lights are on
And somebody's home-
Spring and the house
Are full of things warm and blooming;
Sunshine and flowers
Laughter and love
Hugs from a toddler
And soon-to-be second time mother.
Winter's behind,
No more coldness or brooding.
#poetry
And somebody's home-
Spring and the house
Are full of things warm and blooming;
Sunshine and flowers
Laughter and love
Hugs from a toddler
And soon-to-be second time mother.
Winter's behind,
No more coldness or brooding.
#poetry
It was a dark and stormy day
But really,
It wasn't.
The promise of hail
And threat of tornadoes
Were much overblown.
Cest la windy 🤷♂️
But really,
It wasn't.
The promise of hail
And threat of tornadoes
Were much overblown.
Cest la windy 🤷♂️
March 27, 2025 at 5:49 PM
It was a dark and stormy day
But really,
It wasn't.
The promise of hail
And threat of tornadoes
Were much overblown.
Cest la windy 🤷♂️
But really,
It wasn't.
The promise of hail
And threat of tornadoes
Were much overblown.
Cest la windy 🤷♂️
Waltz, Vance, and Hegseth then jump OUT of the rabbit, taking the civillians not only by surprise, but totally unarmed!
March 26, 2025 at 8:29 PM
Waltz, Vance, and Hegseth then jump OUT of the rabbit, taking the civillians not only by surprise, but totally unarmed!
I mean a lot of the answers for the current state of things lie in this map, I think.
March 25, 2025 at 3:39 AM
I mean a lot of the answers for the current state of things lie in this map, I think.
Don't forget to fall in love
With everyday life-
The same tea
In the same mug
While feeding the same cats
And dogs
And kids
And hearts.
Don't wait for the world
To make your moments
Beautiful.
They already are.
With everyday life-
The same tea
In the same mug
While feeding the same cats
And dogs
And kids
And hearts.
Don't wait for the world
To make your moments
Beautiful.
They already are.
![I've been trying to do these daily, but man. Sometimes it's just kinda like [HISSING STATIC NOISE] and I forget that art is rebellion and this is worthwhile. I'm sure you understand.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:owjpegmyqktlzbn7j2kvmxso/bafkreidb5pcpxxizsav6di3lkqiooxl3ysxn7gwt3yg4zubsnspd6rneoq@jpeg)
March 21, 2025 at 8:10 PM
Don't forget to fall in love
With everyday life-
The same tea
In the same mug
While feeding the same cats
And dogs
And kids
And hearts.
Don't wait for the world
To make your moments
Beautiful.
They already are.
With everyday life-
The same tea
In the same mug
While feeding the same cats
And dogs
And kids
And hearts.
Don't wait for the world
To make your moments
Beautiful.
They already are.
You can feel it, can't you?
The radiance
in existence.
It sings in the sun
And carries a flame
In daylight's absence.
It glows bright and warm
And helps bear the weight
Through winters madness.
And all it asks in return
Is companionship
To be treated as kin
Instead of kindle.
#poetry #nature
The radiance
in existence.
It sings in the sun
And carries a flame
In daylight's absence.
It glows bright and warm
And helps bear the weight
Through winters madness.
And all it asks in return
Is companionship
To be treated as kin
Instead of kindle.
#poetry #nature
March 14, 2025 at 11:17 PM
The algorithm has provided
March 13, 2025 at 1:12 AM
The algorithm has provided
Equal parts sadness
Equal parts joy
Equal parts stoic
Equal parts friend
Equal parts tears
Caused by the outside
And soothed from within
Where is the line
And when does the battle end?
All I want
Is to be a lover
And yet
Forces outside my will
Make my path another.
A recipe for madness.
#poetry
Equal parts joy
Equal parts stoic
Equal parts friend
Equal parts tears
Caused by the outside
And soothed from within
Where is the line
And when does the battle end?
All I want
Is to be a lover
And yet
Forces outside my will
Make my path another.
A recipe for madness.
#poetry
March 12, 2025 at 5:41 PM
Equal parts sadness
Equal parts joy
Equal parts stoic
Equal parts friend
Equal parts tears
Caused by the outside
And soothed from within
Where is the line
And when does the battle end?
All I want
Is to be a lover
And yet
Forces outside my will
Make my path another.
A recipe for madness.
#poetry
Equal parts joy
Equal parts stoic
Equal parts friend
Equal parts tears
Caused by the outside
And soothed from within
Where is the line
And when does the battle end?
All I want
Is to be a lover
And yet
Forces outside my will
Make my path another.
A recipe for madness.
#poetry
I dunno, I went to St. God's last week and it was just fine
March 12, 2025 at 4:40 PM
I dunno, I went to St. God's last week and it was just fine
Some days
It feels as though the sun is setting
Just for me
As if I'm the only one left
To see it sink below the horizon
A fond farewell
Between my light and its
And an unspoken understanding
We'll be back at it
In the morning
It feels as though the sun is setting
Just for me
As if I'm the only one left
To see it sink below the horizon
A fond farewell
Between my light and its
And an unspoken understanding
We'll be back at it
In the morning
March 12, 2025 at 4:45 AM
Some days
It feels as though the sun is setting
Just for me
As if I'm the only one left
To see it sink below the horizon
A fond farewell
Between my light and its
And an unspoken understanding
We'll be back at it
In the morning
It feels as though the sun is setting
Just for me
As if I'm the only one left
To see it sink below the horizon
A fond farewell
Between my light and its
And an unspoken understanding
We'll be back at it
In the morning
Keep it up
Eventually
They'll break
The ones who want
To be cold as steel
And stoic as concrete
Will crumble
All you need to do
Is find a crack
And live
Where they want
Only grey
#poetry #macromonday
Eventually
They'll break
The ones who want
To be cold as steel
And stoic as concrete
Will crumble
All you need to do
Is find a crack
And live
Where they want
Only grey
#poetry #macromonday
March 11, 2025 at 1:24 AM
Keep it up
Eventually
They'll break
The ones who want
To be cold as steel
And stoic as concrete
Will crumble
All you need to do
Is find a crack
And live
Where they want
Only grey
#poetry #macromonday
Eventually
They'll break
The ones who want
To be cold as steel
And stoic as concrete
Will crumble
All you need to do
Is find a crack
And live
Where they want
Only grey
#poetry #macromonday
My camera roll
Is far less chaotic
Than I've been told the world outside is
In fact
You can hardly even tell
Humans have been here
Except for the broken scissors
A monument to the unknown
And flowers on a rock
A love letter to nowhere.
#poetry
Is far less chaotic
Than I've been told the world outside is
In fact
You can hardly even tell
Humans have been here
Except for the broken scissors
A monument to the unknown
And flowers on a rock
A love letter to nowhere.
#poetry
March 8, 2025 at 1:52 AM
My camera roll
Is far less chaotic
Than I've been told the world outside is
In fact
You can hardly even tell
Humans have been here
Except for the broken scissors
A monument to the unknown
And flowers on a rock
A love letter to nowhere.
#poetry
Is far less chaotic
Than I've been told the world outside is
In fact
You can hardly even tell
Humans have been here
Except for the broken scissors
A monument to the unknown
And flowers on a rock
A love letter to nowhere.
#poetry
This day hasn't changed
The sun
The fresh smell of grass and steaming bark
Carried on a gentle breeze
Clouds painted on a lucid blue sky
This day is the same
Despite being 20 years different
The good is static
The chaos transient
Ugliness comes and goes
But beauty is forever
#poetry
The sun
The fresh smell of grass and steaming bark
Carried on a gentle breeze
Clouds painted on a lucid blue sky
This day is the same
Despite being 20 years different
The good is static
The chaos transient
Ugliness comes and goes
But beauty is forever
#poetry
March 6, 2025 at 8:14 PM
This day hasn't changed
The sun
The fresh smell of grass and steaming bark
Carried on a gentle breeze
Clouds painted on a lucid blue sky
This day is the same
Despite being 20 years different
The good is static
The chaos transient
Ugliness comes and goes
But beauty is forever
#poetry
The sun
The fresh smell of grass and steaming bark
Carried on a gentle breeze
Clouds painted on a lucid blue sky
This day is the same
Despite being 20 years different
The good is static
The chaos transient
Ugliness comes and goes
But beauty is forever
#poetry
"It's not so black and white"
They say
While actively making it that way.
The cars and trucks
The shops and clinics
The pundits and rhetoric
No shade of grey
I know the vision they see
How we will be to one another
And wonder what we did
To deserve this lack of color.
#poetry #dune #black&white
They say
While actively making it that way.
The cars and trucks
The shops and clinics
The pundits and rhetoric
No shade of grey
I know the vision they see
How we will be to one another
And wonder what we did
To deserve this lack of color.
#poetry #dune #black&white
March 5, 2025 at 7:52 PM
"It's not so black and white"
They say
While actively making it that way.
The cars and trucks
The shops and clinics
The pundits and rhetoric
No shade of grey
I know the vision they see
How we will be to one another
And wonder what we did
To deserve this lack of color.
#poetry #dune #black&white
They say
While actively making it that way.
The cars and trucks
The shops and clinics
The pundits and rhetoric
No shade of grey
I know the vision they see
How we will be to one another
And wonder what we did
To deserve this lack of color.
#poetry #dune #black&white
We are all being Jelly of the Month Club'd on a biblical scale. If you ever seen Christmas Vacation, I'm referring to the perpetual shittening of experiences for employees and customers alike all in the name of saving a buck. Phone trees & AI are meant to take the last few bucks to be had.
March 5, 2025 at 4:16 AM
We are all being Jelly of the Month Club'd on a biblical scale. If you ever seen Christmas Vacation, I'm referring to the perpetual shittening of experiences for employees and customers alike all in the name of saving a buck. Phone trees & AI are meant to take the last few bucks to be had.
Every strip mall has an architect
Which means someone
Sometime
Thought about this corner
And the sunbeams that would dance through
And the shadows that would hide from them.
As soulless as a suburban strip mall can be,
This forgotten westward corner
Secretly sings
#poetry #architecture
Which means someone
Sometime
Thought about this corner
And the sunbeams that would dance through
And the shadows that would hide from them.
As soulless as a suburban strip mall can be,
This forgotten westward corner
Secretly sings
#poetry #architecture
March 5, 2025 at 2:57 AM
Every strip mall has an architect
Which means someone
Sometime
Thought about this corner
And the sunbeams that would dance through
And the shadows that would hide from them.
As soulless as a suburban strip mall can be,
This forgotten westward corner
Secretly sings
#poetry #architecture
Which means someone
Sometime
Thought about this corner
And the sunbeams that would dance through
And the shadows that would hide from them.
As soulless as a suburban strip mall can be,
This forgotten westward corner
Secretly sings
#poetry #architecture
That would be pure ethanol in my case. Or something along those lines, anyway. Definitely wouldn't want to drink it 😂
March 4, 2025 at 11:41 PM
That would be pure ethanol in my case. Or something along those lines, anyway. Definitely wouldn't want to drink it 😂