Nowhere to Go

Always wanted to have an adventure, didn’t I? It was that damned frontierswoman spirit, festering there on Earth with nowhere to go. Even Antarctica’s got commuter Flights out daily and flush toilets. Apartment buildings.

Here, though, seeing the sun’s a luxury. Oh, and is it luxurious, small in the sky as it is. One last luxury. To think I came all this way to get away from the sun. To be great, I had to come here. To satiate what burned in my soul, I had to come here. To be alone.

The sun “setting”, I glanced at my work, opened the airlock. They would not rot in a vacuum.

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