13 November 2012
"Is anyone out there?" I issue my daily cry to the universe. But the only voice that responded was the feeble echo of my own voice. I can hear the desperation in the sound.
I step down from the roof into my telescope room. The floor is littered with scraps of paper, mad plans to escape or ways to contact someone, anyone, out there in the bleak universe.
Isit down in my chair, filled with the despair of loneliness. I look into my telescope, trying to find some consolation among the harsh stars. I see planets of pure diamond, sparkling, colourless, beautiful. I see a world, with a thick white ring if scintillating ice rocks. I see black holes, pulsars, nebulas and huge gas clouds. For a few precious moments, I feel gloriously happy, almost forgetting my life in the observatory.
But then that moment falls apart and I am alone again, forgotten by the universe.
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