rocketships

Terror. The ocean is great. I'm small and barely notable, me with my constructs of what a life is and what it means to be Here. The sky is vast. The stars are unknowable. We hurtle through the darkness and shadows that cradle space towards an ultimate demise of ice and other things too majestic for my humble being to understand. My constructs are meaningless. I am, by extension, stripped of meaning and alone, as is the human race.