My helmet’s always in disrepair lately. The gear available for spacewalking when the satellite project opened is beginning to run its course. Everything fades. Sometimes it makes me want to return, plant my two feet back on earth and suck the polluted smog into my rarified lungs. But I would never. Earth is history. So […]
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“I was hoping something would happen, something, or anything, different—“ But Mo cut in, squeezing tighter, “—but, it didn’t.”
“Fuck, it’s ten after and I-” Evelyn stuttered in a hug “—I have a meeting at one and I have to go.”
Light trickled in through embossed panels of glass and splayed out in threads across the wall-to-wall carpeting like claws of a cosmic comb preening the fibers of being itself.
Seeking out a new way to be human, I went to the market and perused shop carts for roots. I was wrapped up in this idea, that I could simmer down a few beets and drown my head in the neon stain to return the natural color to my face. The stands were bustling, crowded
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