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 Star3 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 Star6 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 Star6 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 Star7 days ago in Viva
The Steering Wheel of Your Soul
For a long time, I believed that life was a workshop, not a road. You know that feeling when you are constantly “under the hood,” your hands covered up to the elbows in the black oil of old traumas, technical debts of the past, and the incessant need to fix something? For years, I was the chief mechanic of my own destiny. A geologist by profession, a mineralogy engineer by education, but in my soul, an eternal repairer of breakdowns that never seemed to end. My field was the study of solid matter, but my life often felt like quicksand.
By Magma Star8 days ago in Journal
From Minerals to Memoirs: How I Found My Malachite Peace in Paris
For years, my mind was a precisely calibrated instrument. As a mineralogy engineer, I was trained to look for order, stability, and the perfect crystal lattice in everything. If a disruption appeared in the structure, my task was to understand why it happened and how to repair it. I believed that life, just like a rock, could be analyzed, categorized, and, if necessary, fixed. But living in Paris, under the hat of Magma Star, has taught me that the most beautiful structures are those born from complete emotional chaos.
By Magma Star10 days ago in Journal
