Essays and Bad Ideas

Fair Traveler

You didn’t mean for it to happen; you’re not even sure *how* it happened. You didn’t offer, and I didn’t accept. But here we are.

It must be disturbing, realizing that someone accidentally owns you… owns you like a fragile, insignificant object that has fallen into the orbit of something far greater than itself, some sort of dark matter you’ve always suspected was there but you just couldn’t see. And now you don’t know if it’s going to pull you in and burn you up, or spin you off in some terrifying new direction. How thrilling and horrifying for you.

You should have been more careful while exploring the stars, little girl.