The Great Bear was always in the skies to guide me when I was a child. Last night one of its stars exploded. I lost a loved one, I lost my direction.
Hope that the shooting stars can make my dreams come true: to see you when the galaxies collapse and time brings us back together.
E = m x c2
Eternity in the colorful density of the black holes that devote not only socks but love. Melancholic peace in the cosmic chaos. Cry underneath the hitchhiker’s towel.
Goodbye, my love…
The Bear is lost because of the spiritual light pollution. Boom!