i can picture it soaring silently through space, and we spinning past, closer than we've ever been since we were here to recognize it, i can think about the thrusting seasons and the searing line between heat and cold, between this very moment and 60,000 years.


but i can't see it, because the light pollution is so bad you can't see any stars tonight, and because the big tall buildings are in the way.


one more reason i will be glad to be gone from here.