I wish I could book an empty city to cry in, I felt some peace in my late afternoon walk, I admit I felt rejection at the sight of others, I felt like a hermit leaving his cave.

Today, all day, I have been wanting to be gone. To be deleted like a simple paragraph, or a title the writer is too ambivalent about.

I began entertaining the thought of space exploration and suddenly it hit me. Our myopia. We are stuck here only because we want to. We, the people, have failed and keep on failing. Are you, reader, interested in the stars? Have you given the ‘how’ to reach the stars any thought at all? Should we be praying that talented unorthodox scientists figure it out for us? Do you realize that if this field of study dies out, we will be stuck here forever?

As one individual with the initials E. W. said, “the earth is our womb, not our home.”