I Hope I’m This Aesthetic - Blog Posts

the mathematics students

crisp, grey mornings

the scratch of pencil on graph paper

working through complex problems just for the joy of it

baroque era piano music playing in the background

a love of patterns and puzzles

writing out your favorite proofs again and again

advanced math courses, sitting with the upperclassmen

the dusty green of an empty chalkboard

formulas scribbled on your hand in pen

going through a problem again and again until you understand it fully

carefully sketched graphs

short, bitten nails

ice cold water

hands marked with graphite

using math to take apart the world around you

doodling fractals on scratch paper

memorizing digits of pi just to show off to your friends

the moment of clarity when a problem fits together

hair clipped back out of your face

looking for fibonacci sequences in nature

watching a long and complicated equation simplify down to something short and compact