On the left, nothing’s right. On the right, nothing’s left.
Galaxies at my feet
I have the socks with these swirls (paislies?) that remind me of galaxies.
I spent so long looking at the world in such detail that forever I’ll look at everything at the regular, detail, and molecular level. If you know what I mean.
You can take the man out of science, but you can’t take the scientist out of the man.
