Status Report

Status Report

We detected a wave. We pulled through. This is only the fifth wave we detected, but there is hope. We detected it at the cost of an unconventional electric bill. It's true, but out there in the big black, we don't have a feeling that bills and taxes are too important, only infernal measure for measure. We dream of a gene to beat cancer and space radiation with, to dream bigger in space. We are determined to let nothing happen to us between then and now. We will take care of the bees, the wildfires, the turning tides, we will breathe in and out to focus. Otherwise, why the rayguns and saucers and dogeared comics? All that tzimtzum and shrinking to get from point A to point B in no particular order with the impatience of a hungry young mind, to get to the compelling stuff that makes you happy when you are on your own.