You are gravity, pulling and holding me down- tethering me to the rock. Enslaved.
Gravity that both holds us down and gives us life on this planet-
And holds us down to this planet, making exploration difficult, making rocket science nearly impossible, making the prospect of ever exploring all of the universe impossible-
But gravity is in itself part of the universe. It’s what makes it it. Let’s call it the Lu paradox.
Damn it I am so homesick. Why do I need to be so enamored by both gravity and distance at the same time? It’s like I see myself as a space equation.
Oh God, I am a space equation. I am the constant, and my variable is always just within my grasp – but never quite there. I am a space equation that hasn’t been solved yet, so I writhe in agony while my atoms hover and scatter and wish-
