Dust. Dust finer than flour. Dust caked in the soles of my boots and in the creases of my suit. Dust coating my visor with a thin layer that makes everything shimmer. Dust in the threads of all the screws holding the panels of the ship together. Dust in the mechanics of the engine. Dust …
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Writing on Tangents 