What does it mean to see the world differently, and to write about it honestly?

Hosted by Ptim Pellerin, neurodivergent author and optical scientist, each episode features a conversation about one of Ptim's books, exploring the ideas, experiences, and neurodivergent intelligence behind the work.

From stimming as neurological wisdom to creativity in waves, from cosmic patterns to the shadows that reveal what light can't, these conversations go beneath the surface and into the mind that wrote...

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I was looking at bubbles under the microscope.

Not for any particular reason. There was a slide, there was a microscope, and there were bubbles trapped in the medium, and something about the way they held their shape at that magnification made me stop and look longer than I meant to. The geometry of a bubble at that scale is surprisingly precise. The surface tension that keeps it intact is doing serious work, and you can see that work in the perfect curve of the wall.

That was the beginning.

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I wore a blue shirt to work yesterday.

Not metaphorically. An actual blue oxford with my company logo on the chest, because I was going to be inside a hospital lab with my hands in a microscope, and that is what that work looks like. There is no version of it that happens remotely. There is no prompt you can write that cleans a contaminated objective lens. There is no AI that can tell you, from the feel of the focusing mechanism, that the grease has dried out and the stage bearings need...

The Japanese word for the invisible thread that connects people, places, and moments. Not quite fate. Not quite coincidence. Something quieter than either.

You didn't end up here by design.

Not exactly. There was intention, yes. Effort, certainly. Choices made at crossroads you remember clearly. But the life you are actually living, the specific shape of it, the people in it, the work that feels like yours, the city or the room or the corner of the world where you finally exhaled, that was not...