The images released by NASA of Pluto this week leave me awestruck. It reminds me all over again of the melancholy I feel staring into the deepness of the night sky. I wonder of a time when human kind didn’t spend our nights mesmerized by a TV screen, but instead watched the sky turns through its endless cycles.
Pillars by Douglas W Milliken says it better than me. This week as reprinted by Flash Fiction –
“Late when his wife lies safely asleep, he sits in the pale glow of his computer’s screen, clicking through the space program’s archive of deep-space photography…read more“