15 November 2023

• curprev 20:1020:10, 15 November 2023‎ Spaceman talk contribs‎ 5,209 bytes +5,209‎ Created page with "The air's got that taste, you know, the metallic tang of too many hidden circuits firing off invisibly, where once there was only the subtle kiss of the Pacific breeze. I feel it whistle through the bones where the marrow’s remembering rain, remembering how the world was before the zeros and ones. I'm turning the last corner on the reel, some seventy-nine revolutions 'round the sun, and as I look out from this cliff over a horizon pocked by the Second Moon, I can't hel..."