Quantum Old Fashioned
—a poem where physics meets fate in a glass
The glass was full. The glass was bare.
It shimmered softly in the air.
A cube of ice, a twist, a doubt—
The drink both poured and yet poured out.
Within, the scotch held smoky laws,
Bound not by taste, but quantum cause.
A sugar cube, a bitter trace,
Distilled in some uncertain place.
It swirled with truths we can’t define,
Like particles that won’t align.
The orange zest? A ghost, a gleam—
A flavor caught inside a dream.
You sip. You shift. The world decides.
The cat is dead. The cat still hides.
And though your lips may feel the burn,
You’re sipping spacetime’s slow return.
📜 Quantum Old Fashioned – The Recipe
- 2 oz Single Malt Scotch (your paradox of choice)
- 1 Sugar Cube
- 2 dashes Walnut Bitters
- Orange Zest (expressed and discarded or left as garnish—choose your timeline)
Instructions:
Muddle the sugar and bitters gently—like coaxing a waveform to collapse.
Add scotch and stir over a single cube of ice.
Garnish with an orange twist that might exist in another dimension.
Perfect for pondering string theory, lost love, or how your past self keeps screwing things up for your present one.