BROWSE Columns
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And as the wind blew past me concepts that connected
the pages of a piece of work in progress – Orion.
Archer, symbol, comrade. Echoes of summer nights
to come, he aims and shoots – I fall. The heat, my body...
'The boiler is fixed!', thus spake the plumber. 'Mate, the pump
was fully broken – the pump is like a heart. That freezing room?
It’s boiling now'. Thus spake – and as I cross this passageway,
so tight from night and branches, I feel the heart of things,
this city’s heart: after a winter hiatus, it’s back to pumping
memories, from last year’s spring, and years before,
and years to come, abroad, apart. It’s pumping.
Andreas has just finished his PhD in Pure Mathematics at the University of Cambridge. He is originally from Cyprus but has lived in Cambridge for the last eight years. When he is not thinking about topological spaces, he writes poetry and fiction, dances, sings, and discusses philosophy and neuroscience.
