Magma Star
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Geologist and poet, author of 5 poetry collections.
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The Architecture of Silence: An Engineer’s Blueprint for Peace in the Heart of Paris
In a world suffering from chronic noise, silence is often perceived as an emptiness—a lack of something. But for me, as an engineer who spent years studying the atomic structure of minerals, silence is something entirely different: it is the densest form of existence. It is not the absence of sound; it is a perfectly balanced vacuum. It is that specific, protected space where external chaotic pressure equalizes with internal strength, allowing the crystals of our soul to grow without fractures or flaws in their lattice.
By Magma Star9 days ago in Journal
Sediments of Joy
Sometimes all it takes is a second, a single flash on the screen, for the whole world we once knew to crash back into our present. Recently, while flipping through channels, I came across an image of that old, foot-operated air pump from the 1970s. Do you remember it? It was orange, made of ribbed plastic, somewhat unsightly, but in our childish eyes, it was the key that unlocked the summer. That specific sound—pfff-tack, pfff-tack—as we inflated beach mattresses on the hot sand, still rings in my ears.
By Magma Star11 days ago in Journal
The Silence of the Parisian Parquet
For fifteen years, my life was a perfectly calibrated microscope. Every morning at 6:00 AM, without exception, the alarm clock was my general. It lined me up like a soldier—getting ready, out the door, waiting for the bus or the SkyTrain in Vancouver. At exactly 7:50 AM, I would hold my Starbucks coffee in my hand, not as a pleasure, but as fuel for an engine that wasn’t allowed to stop. At exactly 8:00 AM, I would turn on the light on my microscope.
By Magma Star12 days ago in Poets
The Erosion of Toxic People: How I Learned to Say “No” Without Guilt
In geology, erosion is not an act of aggression; it is an act of purification. It is a quiet but unstoppable force of nature that slowly, drop by drop, washes away the soft, unstable, and barren layers of earth so that ultimately, only the bedrock remains—the rock that is solid, structured, and can withstand eternity. For years, as a mineralogy engineer, I observed this process in nature, not realizing that my own soul was buried under layers of “bad earth.” I allowed my living space to be a landfill for other people’s dramas, failures, and energetic hunger, until my own terrain began to collapse under the weight of others.
By Magma Star13 days ago in Viva
