Saturday, January 4, 2020

The tumbler

What I have been busy with
Over the past year, is persistent random walk.
Or, what they call nowadays : activity.

A lonely particle, constrained on a line
But free to hop either to its left or to the right,
With a bias, hidden from gentleman's eyes
Turns diffusive at long enough times.

So one asks, where does the fun lie?
Searches for fingerprints of an active life
Large fluctuations, moments aren't fine
A classical tumbler recounts its prime.

A boring model, you say?
Sprinkle bits of interaction if you may.
Suddenly you have a new phase space
The game reverses, as phantoms reign
What emerges then,
Is a highly non-diffusive tail.

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