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what was once a galaxy has become a minefield of massive black holes, and all our rocket ships have crash landed without taking us home. lost dreams of flying, mechanical wings, intergalactic suffocation, stars in glass jars as souvenirs just in case we got close to the moon. we took off as one, our faulty parts disintegrating upon reaching the exosphere. turbulence, then nothingness, a lack of closure, and gravity working in reverse.
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 1:47 AM UTC
how astronauts die
what was once a galaxy has become a minefield of massive black holes, and all our rocket ships have crash landed without taking us home. lost dreams of flying, mechanical wings, intergalactic suffocation, stars in glass jars as souvenirs just in case we got close to the moon. we took off as one, our faulty parts disintegrating upon reaching the exosphere. turbulence, then nothingness, a lack of closure, and gravity working in reverse.
(old previously unpublished drafts making their way here)
jnellet
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 1:47 AM UTC
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