Wednesday, September 29, 2010


The moon is lovely on days such as these. Sure, the landscape is barren and scarred by an eternity of travel through the continuum of space, but something about the muted colors gives the rock a unique charm. Sure, the inhabitants might only exist in amateur fiction, but solitude is seldom experienced on Earth. Looking up at the sun, I’m reminded of my youth, when seeing the moon and the sun simultaneously confused me tremendously. That’s what piqued my interest, one I still hold today. My dream was to live on the moon. I hope I never have to leave.

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