in the light during the day for a little while. But generally, I just get out at night in the dark and stay close to the holes. Or stay in one of the holes.
Some holes are more smelly than others, so I’ve got my favorite holes. The holes provide me with nutrition too—the green slimy stuff stuck to the inside of the holes. Just around sunrise, it gets covered with dew as well, so that’s when I drink. It seems like the dew and the green slime contains enough liquid and nutrition to keep me going.
The days and nights here are much shorter than on Earth, so I’ve got to sleep in one of the holes, where there’s always oxygen, or else I risk not waking up again.
As a scientist, I could go and explore the planet, but I’m choosing to stay right here, near the black holes. I’m hoping that the Apollo will come back for me, and if it does, I reckon it’s likely to return to where it left me. Right here.
I want to see Kurt again. I pray he’s alright. I recall the situation when he gave me the raw diamond. I try to dissect it, to reveal the truth behind his words and the gesture. I end up concluding that he might just have been inspired on the spur of the moment... just because the diamond was suddenly there, I was there, and for no other particular reason. I mean, if he’s in love with me, or even wants to marry me, then surely he’d make that clear to me, right? And he hasn’t, so I better not get my hopes up too high. Do I even really want him? Like forever and ever? It’s a big question that I’m hesitant to answer. Perhaps we’re better off just staying friends. Then nobody gets hurt.
I still want to see him. Madly. Right now, there’s no one else in the entire universe that I want to see more than Kurt. I guess I’ve grown more than just a little bit fond of him.
The lovely thing is that the air on the surface of the planet is not smelly like it is in the holes. I much prefer staying in the dark at night on the surface in fresh air, without my suit. I’m not keeping track of time. It’s inconsequential now. The only thing that matters is wellbeing, oxygen, and green stuff. Funny. On Earth I was stressed out, and cut my life down to what I considered to be the bare minimum. But I know now, that life can be even simpler than that. Apart from staying alive, all I do is lie on my back in the dark looking into space. I do my best to refrain from panicking, and try to be at peace and enjoy myself as much as possible under the circumstances. I feel my body, and notice how my negative thoughts can create tension and adrenalin rushes. The more I focus on it, the more aware I become of the discomfort and absence of peacefulness, that it brings when I hold negative thoughts in my head. So I try to keep my thoughts joyful and clean. I frequently imagine the Apollo coming to get me. Sometimes I write my heart out in the blood-red sand. Even if nobody will ever read it, it feels good to create something tangible.
I’ve noticed that I occasionally see what I wish to see—like a mirage. Several times I’ve seen something moving in the night sky. I’m always convinced it’s the Apollo, but it never is. Now I’m seeing something moving again. But it doesn’t look like the Apollo. I reckon it’s another mirage, or perhaps a comet at best.
The sun is coming up soon, and the air is getting thin. I leap down my favorite hole, marked by the love rock, for a snooze. I call it ‘the diamond hole’, because I never moved the diamond. It’s still lying there next to the first hole I fell into, like a faithful guard dog. The Pink Planet is a quiet place. Rarely even as much as a wind is moving. But now suddenly dust is blown into the hole. I cough a little, and hear a distant noise.
Are they here to get me?
The sun is just rising, and there’s no way I can get out of the hole without my suit. It’s easy to get out of the hole without the suit, but difficult with the suit on. So I take a deep breath, jump out of
Some holes are more smelly than others, so I’ve got my favorite holes. The holes provide me with nutrition too—the green slimy stuff stuck to the inside of the holes. Just around sunrise, it gets covered with dew as well, so that’s when I drink. It seems like the dew and the green slime contains enough liquid and nutrition to keep me going.
The days and nights here are much shorter than on Earth, so I’ve got to sleep in one of the holes, where there’s always oxygen, or else I risk not waking up again.
As a scientist, I could go and explore the planet, but I’m choosing to stay right here, near the black holes. I’m hoping that the Apollo will come back for me, and if it does, I reckon it’s likely to return to where it left me. Right here.
I want to see Kurt again. I pray he’s alright. I recall the situation when he gave me the raw diamond. I try to dissect it, to reveal the truth behind his words and the gesture. I end up concluding that he might just have been inspired on the spur of the moment... just because the diamond was suddenly there, I was there, and for no other particular reason. I mean, if he’s in love with me, or even wants to marry me, then surely he’d make that clear to me, right? And he hasn’t, so I better not get my hopes up too high. Do I even really want him? Like forever and ever? It’s a big question that I’m hesitant to answer. Perhaps we’re better off just staying friends. Then nobody gets hurt.
I still want to see him. Madly. Right now, there’s no one else in the entire universe that I want to see more than Kurt. I guess I’ve grown more than just a little bit fond of him.
The lovely thing is that the air on the surface of the planet is not smelly like it is in the holes. I much prefer staying in the dark at night on the surface in fresh air, without my suit. I’m not keeping track of time. It’s inconsequential now. The only thing that matters is wellbeing, oxygen, and green stuff. Funny. On Earth I was stressed out, and cut my life down to what I considered to be the bare minimum. But I know now, that life can be even simpler than that. Apart from staying alive, all I do is lie on my back in the dark looking into space. I do my best to refrain from panicking, and try to be at peace and enjoy myself as much as possible under the circumstances. I feel my body, and notice how my negative thoughts can create tension and adrenalin rushes. The more I focus on it, the more aware I become of the discomfort and absence of peacefulness, that it brings when I hold negative thoughts in my head. So I try to keep my thoughts joyful and clean. I frequently imagine the Apollo coming to get me. Sometimes I write my heart out in the blood-red sand. Even if nobody will ever read it, it feels good to create something tangible.
I’ve noticed that I occasionally see what I wish to see—like a mirage. Several times I’ve seen something moving in the night sky. I’m always convinced it’s the Apollo, but it never is. Now I’m seeing something moving again. But it doesn’t look like the Apollo. I reckon it’s another mirage, or perhaps a comet at best.
The sun is coming up soon, and the air is getting thin. I leap down my favorite hole, marked by the love rock, for a snooze. I call it ‘the diamond hole’, because I never moved the diamond. It’s still lying there next to the first hole I fell into, like a faithful guard dog. The Pink Planet is a quiet place. Rarely even as much as a wind is moving. But now suddenly dust is blown into the hole. I cough a little, and hear a distant noise.
Are they here to get me?
The sun is just rising, and there’s no way I can get out of the hole without my suit. It’s easy to get out of the hole without the suit, but difficult with the suit on. So I take a deep breath, jump out of
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