From the Formorian Frontier
17 May 2019Roehl Debruys
Nearing the far side of the galaxy is uncanny. Every lump of dirt or dust and every speck of fire on the skies is unfamiliar and new, yet together they form a whole not that far removed from home, in this place void of it. Surrounded by this state of never-the-same, my ship has grown instead too familiar.There is nothing here that doesn't feel entirely known or unknown, except perhaps Andromeda, the Magellanic clouds and all the other constant onlookers. Whereever I go, they follow unchanged, in truth more familiar to me than even my ship. But being so far removed, they paradoxically grow in strangeness for each day I spend with them. What are they? What happened there all those eons ago when their light begun it's journey to the point in space and time where I am now? They seem impossible to know.
