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Tea, Entanglement, and the Road Ahead
Welcome
If you’ve found your way here, welcome to the entanglement.
I’m The Bathrobe Guy. I write poems, stories, and physics built from memory, grief, and the quiet spaces we’re told to ignore.
What This Substack Is About
This space isn’t about going viral.
It’s about resonance—truthful words that linger, insights that spark, and stories that don’t look away.
I publish:
Poetry about grief, love, and spiritual unraveling
Short stories rooted in emotional truth
A theoretical physics framework (FEMT) grounded in entanglement
Reflections from the robe—philosophical, funny, or fueled by chili
If that sounds like your kind of strange, you’re in the right place.
Where to Start
Here are a few posts to begin with:
A reflection on how fragile our Substack accounts really are and how easily they can all be erased.
A reflection on how we use words.
A haunting short story about love, loss, and the moment we finally let go.
A short story about silence, memory, and what we carry.
A poem for what we bury and what still breathes beneath the surface.
A vow in verse—to meet the world not with reaction, but with intention.
A cozy guide to entangled physics, mass as memory, and the robe-wrapped wonder beneath it all.
Eight verses, one robe, and the quiet path I walk each morning.
A quiet tale of unlikely friendship, hidden truths, and the long road of discovery.
Thanks for being here. I don’t take it lightly.
Let’s keep the kettle warm and the truth honest.
If this robe-wrapped resonance found a place in you, please consider supporting what I do:
💛 Buy me a tea
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🔗 Or share this with someone who might need it.
Every little act helps keep the robe open, the mesh humming, and this work unfolding.
And please visit my Official Home page at: The Entangularity Project
Stay entangled, my friends.
—The Bathrobe Guy
I am happy that your Substack is going forward so fast!
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