I’m not going to wait. Probably be better if I did. Slow, quiet sleep, if I remember right. I’ll just pass out, but there’s something not many people get a chance to do. I’m going to take one last walk. I don’t know. It seems right. It feels like I’m hiding in this tin can. Sorry if that’s theft of a spacesuit, commander. I’m going to suit up, pick a star—and then I’m going to open the hatches. Shoot myself right out there, man. I’ve been alone a long time, but I feel it now more than ever, Him.
Ad Astra
Tale Told 