“like when you wake up in the morning and you look in the mirror, how much you have to fight the urge to say “wow these other bitches aren’t even close””
- Issa Rae 2022
The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
the crew cried as they became the furthest people from earth, they named the Integrity crater after one of the astronaut’s deceased wife. i love humanity, i love how we go to the moon and we name that bright spot after someone loved. we name that crater after the spaceship craft that carried them so far. something about us being so small, barely making a dent in the universe, but still going with love.