The Molten Record: a far-flung spark of life in the information super-galaxy

  • The Halfway Graduation

    This is one of my favorite poems I’ve written. It came about from all of the stress that growing up entails. I wrote it about halfway through my senior year of highschool, but that’s not where the title came from. It was just a point in my life where everything felt a bit halfway. I…

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  • The Universe is Alive and it Found Me in a Parking Lot

    I wrote this one several years ago, and I credit it with being the first poem to make my dad cry. (Sorry, dad.) I was coming out of my depression when I wrote it, and I was feeling very grateful to be alive. Whenever I’m feeling those big feelings, I notice that I tend to…

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  • Telling Aliens About Earth

    This is actually only an excerpt of a longer poem that I vaguely remember writing one night after I had a dream that I was forced to convince aliens not to get rid of Earth. I think it stemmed from people arguing about the whole “we are the virus!” thing. I dunno. But I liked…

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  • A Frustration-Riddled Poem About Artificial Intelligence

    We live in a world that is being rapidly dominated by AI; generated art, writing, poetry, you name it. Personally, that is something that I despise. I feel that it sucks all of the purpose out of art and human expression. An AI is supposed to do the jobs that people don’t want to do,…

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  • Lonely College Food Court Poem

    I wrote this about a month into my freshman year of college. (which sounds all wistful and nostalgic, but now I’m only about two months in. Ha.) There’s something absolutely magical about how a harshly-lit food court can pull emotions out of you. I can’t hold your hand from here. It’s not far—in fact, it’s hungrily…

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  • My Inevitable Psychotic Teen-Girlness Leads to This…

    When I first got a phone, one of the first websites I visited was my dad’s blog, Amishrobot. (Hi, dad!) It was a delightful insight into his life: full of little anecdotes, stories, and thoughts that trailed around and followed his whims of storytelling. I bookmarked it immediately and spent the next several years digging…

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