The Storm
I’ve always found it difficult to fit myself into a single category. When people ask what I do, the simplest answer is “I’m a physicist.” But truthfully, I don’t see myself as just that—at least, not in the way people imagine physicists. I suppose if I were to give an honest answer, I’d say I’m an artist who happens to use the language of physics to express the patterns I see in the world. My mind floats between abstract and playful realms, balancing the sharp precision of science with the fluid creativity of art and writing. I find beauty in symmetry, joy in equations, and a kind of poetic grace in the dance of particles. If the universe is a grand canvas, then physics is the medium through which I paint, but the lines between scientist, artist, and writer are blurred. From an early age, I was drawn to two seemingly disparate worlds: science and storytelling. I remember poring over books about quantum mechanics with the same fervor I reserved for writing poems in my notebook or sketch...