on the subject of virginity...

From the furthest reaches of space, that's how I feel. In this elongated tube. Riding along a path of silvery lightning, that stretches through the universe like a bungee cord, and fades off into the distance with an iridescent glimmer. I can't help myself, but laugh. For the first time breaking orbit. Going out there, among the stars. Watching planet earth become a dot, as I streak across the never ending skies. Out here, it's all skies.

As my occupod #36, (short for occupational shuttle pod #36) hastens its way toward the vastly be-speckled multiplicity of stars, en route to the only planet known among men to be consisting of mostly Diamonds.

And shimmering, like a chandelier among the heavens, it awaits my arrival there. Where I shall mine, tinker, and toil the soil, as it were.

I feel an affinity for this type of work, because I can feel infinity. It's ever present, and it's evident all around me. Nowhere more-so than on planet Justek-1, where the ground is ten times brighter than the sun. I'll wear goggles the whole time, so the lights won't scramble my brain. When I arrive there, I'll be relieved. All of this flying is insane.

When I signed up for the flight, they didn't tell me about the sound, with outer space around you, and in the quiet of forever, you can hear blood vessels and liquids in your head, working together. It's quite perplexing.

From my pod, I think can finally see, fragility.