yesterday while at the drive-in midway through being totally sad that Battleship is the worst movie ever, ever — and therefore not paying attention because those aliens are dumbass, they deserved to be defeated by 60 yo navy veterans and their younger, sexier, anti-lifejacket motley crew, but please Liam Neeson stop pity-presencing yourself into movies — I was looking up at the sky because there are no lights in Taylor Town and you can see like a trillion stars, and yet all I could ID was the Big Dipper. it made me pretty glum; well, the movie made me pretty glum, but this added to it.
now I wonder about this canvas, about this panorama riddled with subtle anthropogenic marks, and I wonder who it is who wishes they could know it better, wishes they could identify, distinguish between this patch of sky and this other one. I wonder who has devoted a whole evening of study towards achieving this goal, to tracing out patterns with a blunt fingernail, to staking out hubs of familiarity with their teeth. the red, unfortunately, is only temporary.
(Source: mingyeol)