Cosmology and her Stars

xxxvii. timing

5th October 2029

Dear Universe,

It's been a while. A week roughly. It might be an exact week. I don't really know anymore. I've kind of stopped paying attention to time.

Just because every time I look at it, I see that time was the thing that could have saved my brother's life. If the timing was a little different, if he had stayed longer to talk to Tatty; or had woken up a little later than he did; he would've missed that logging truck that skid on the wet asphalt.

He would've had a safe drive.

He would've still been here.

Timing is key, and frankly; timing can suck a fat one right now,

Cosmo