In space, you are an oxymoron.
You are both a complete anonymity and a bright beacon, able to be seen from anywhere in the darkness around you. You are one in a million, one in a billion, one in a trillion, a quadrillion, an infinite army of space explorers exploring this infinite space, completely alone but shining like the Sun. You stand out from everything around you, and yet the vast magic that lives amongst the stars swallows you up and turns you into a single blip in this giant, never-ending thing called the universe.
You are no one. You are the only one. You don’t belong. You fit in perfectly. You are the only you around in this endless sea, but in this ocean, being you doesn’t seem to matter. You are nothing and you are everything.
You think of all this as you follow the manatee through the asteroids, wondering if it will ever make its way back to the preserve.
Continue reading “The Flight of the Manatee”
One giant Easter egg filled with 80’s references and gamer culture, Ready Player One by Ernest Cline was an easy, enjoyable read, but left me wanting just a bit more candy inside that plastic shell.
Continue reading “Sign Me Up For The OASIS”
Jenny, Therese, Marcus, and Skylar were walking through the mall one day when “Call Me Maybe” by Carly Rae Jepsen came over the mall’s speakers.
“OMG, talk about a throwback,” Jenny said as the bop flowed throughout the air around them.
“This was my JAM back in twenty-twelve,” Marcus squealed, shimmying his shoulders to the catchy tune.
The song progressed as they strutted down the hallway, examining each storefront and debating which ones they wanted to enter. Everything was peachy until the princess of bubblegum pop sang, “Before you came into my life I missed you so bad.”
And then Therese, like the little naïve follower she was, said, “I don’t get that.” Continue reading “The Carly Rae Jepsen Interdimensionality Theory”