little space boy roaming the stars with a knife in his left boot because he heard these seas were treacherous. his ship was built on the mutiny of his unstable logic and was fueled by his own mama. maybe he should've ignored the monsters in his head shouting, "let's get out of here. let's fly away. you don't belong here." now he's surrounded by dark matter, and there's no one to talk to, his home planet nothing but a speck, as much of a speck as he is, and suddenly he's wondering if this was a good idea, but then he remembers that no one would miss him anyway. oh, poor little space boy, getting swallowed by the void.
