Sometimes I think I wish I was the moon.
Except, then I think, it might be lonely, being the moon.
Do you think the moon ever gets lonely?
Do you wonder what it might be like having stars and cosmic dust for friends?
Or do you wonder if space debris is even friendly?
I wonder who the moon’s…
You know you are on the right track when you become uninterested in looking back.
Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.