In a span of 10 billion years to have been born in and an infinite amount of space, here I am. Zoomed in from the cold and swirling eons and immeasurable clouds of Oort, there's a small group of people making plans to eat pasta. Happy to be in my little speck of space and time with the people I love

Late at night there are moments no one else sees. It's as if you're in the world all by yourself. Every droplet of mist holds its own handful of moonlight.

Bluesky? Is it Twitter, but without the birds? Facebook- Zuckerburg's weird phantasm of humanity where he posts 12 paragraph statuses to the sound of deafening boos- but without the ads for salsa and penis pills? Are my weird aunts going to find this? Is anyone going to find this?

There is a road hidden in plain sight that only serves to connect two points between two roads. For a moment on the left-hand side, I saw a massive sky with every gradient of gray, feeding the grass, the greenest it will be before the Fall puts it to sleep.

Gusts cut wind marks in the snow. Powder gushes spilling across the road. The road salt, past purpose and caking the ditches, and now eating fenders. Crazy sunburn, a feeling of being cold and hot at once. Meat seared on the outside but cold below the skin. Everything comes first from the cold.

The red-eyed behemoth shines over a field of snow, frozen over stale and crusted by days of melting sun, and nights of single digit cold. 898 megawatts spewing ghosts into the air around 2 AM.