Seven Meditations on the Hydrogen Bond


December 2010 was described as the coldest month in England for one hundred years. One of the advantages of my marginal life during this time was the morning canvas of the bathroom window.

The aesthetic pleasure of the revealed forms which had crystallised while I was asleep far exceeded the cold discomfort of the bathroom. Each morning I was treated to patterns which had emerged during the night covering the glass with a fractal foliage of primitive plants.


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