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Sreyash @sreyash

29| Bi | Applied physicist professor with a PhD by day, poet, musician, and painter by night- because why settle for just one way to blow your mind?

Goodnight, boys.

Quiet evenings.

Please give this a listen! My latest collaboration with Turkish maestro/pianist Görkem Ağar.

Cleaned the house and myself apparently.

All my flowers to you 💐 #IWD2025

End of week salubriousness.

Loneliness enters like a vowel held too long— a mouth forming something almost human, almost sound. You let it settle in the hollow between shoulder & silence, let it turn you into the kind of echo that leaves no ruin. You were a child once, weren’t you? Someone touched your hair. Someone called your name & meant it. Now, the night unbuttons itself, lets you inside its dark coat. The wind hums a song no one wrote. Somewhere, a window closes. Somewhere, a door learns how to forget.

This is a bond not of this birth, but many ago and many hence. May we hold each other through all of it- to music. 🌿

My experiments are beautiful. 🥼🧪🧑🏻‍🔬

& what is a city but a mouth Paris, or maybe just the echo of it— twilight unzipping over glass, Scarlatti slipping into the air like a match blown out, each note a gold thread burning & gone. Love arrives like this— without asking, without hands, a fever crawling the spine of a city until you mistake it for your own. Then Praha, or whatever name will have me. Streets pink with the last spill of sun, music unraveling from an unseen room— a ghost humming itself whole. Some places do not ask you to stay. They enter the body & lock the door. Inside me, the night breathes. And I— I am still here.

As twilight settles in..

My happy place.

Memories of Lyon.

So so happy, my experiments are working again! 🔬🧪🥼

The Atkinson prize nominated ‘I Am The Quiet I Keep’ for Yale University’s Letters Journal. (I) 🌿

At the Franta show, Prague.

Vyšehrad, Praha. Circa, 2025.

Varenna, Lake Como. Circa 2022.

So my day went splendidly. As you can see my experimental plan for the next week is ruined because this airflow box fell through the roof on my optical table. (No I’m not hurt, but could’ve been) 🥲