i dont belong here

arkadaş ortamimda eğlenceli,samimi, meyveli alkollü güzel zaman geçirdikten hemen sonra duyumsadiğim bir his var. her şey yolunda olsa dahi ensemde nefesini hissediyorum. mutlulukla geçirilen zamanlarin, günün birinde geriye hiçbir şey kalmayacağını düşünerek endişeleniyorum herkes gibi olsam da buraya ait miyim sorusu kafamda dönüp duruyor.

love and tensor algebra

come let us hasten to a higher plane,

where dyads tread the fairy fields of venn,

their indices bedecked from one to n

commingled in an endless markov chain

come, every frustrum longs to be a cone,

and every vector dreams of matrices.

hark to the gentle gradient of the breeze

it whispers of a more ergodic zone.

in riemann, hilbert or in banach space

let superscripts and subscripts go their ways

our asymptotes no longer out of phase

we shall encounter, counting face to face.

i'll grant thee random access to my heart

thou'lt tell me all the constants of thy love

and so we two shall all love's lemmas prove

and in our bound partition never part.

for what did cauchy know or christoffel,

or fourier or any boole or euler

wielding their compasses, their planes and rulers

of thy supernal sinusoidal spell?