Paperchase and a hundred tiny blankets are the moon, but I'd take a plane to a tiny island on another earth far from ours and far from our moon. Of course, it holds no comparison. But how could it? How could it when years and years of history and development and discovery have been made about the moon, while finally an organism was found on this tiny island on a tiny earth somewhere so far away from our earth and from our moon. That tiny island's just got to be a little bit closer. It's moving at a snail's pace toward me, but it's moving. And someday, if it's ever possible, maybe I'll go there. I'd take a plane there, if I could. It's just not close enough and I can't afford a rocket. But I would, if it would accept a visitor. Maybe even a resident.
It's nice to daydream about a vacation on an island far, far away. It's so perfect and unique and foreign. Are there other people there? I hope there are not. I would like to be the only one there when I finally arrive.
For now I will keep sending postcards, in hopes they will be received.