from TDK: story letter

“You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.”
-Mark Twain

Dear LB,

When am I going to sprout wings and fly us to that ashen moon. A ‘sticker in the sky’ you call it. Exactly. I adore that.
I wonder what’s going on up there on that thing. Some sort of a Truman Show I think we can be certain. Do you remember when we had to construct that monstrosity in the absence of gravity as we floated like feathers in space trying to get that sucker as round as possible? That sure was a lot of plaster, sand, and play-doh we had to roll into a gargantuan ball, only to have to tow it through such a great expanse of blackness as we lugged that heap of material to it’s current fixed position. Boy, was that a task.

I remember when we stopped to watch that meteor shower somewhere around the heliopause of this solar system and lost track of time in the dazzling spectacle. We had just about reached the vicinity of Saturn by the time we realized we had forgotten it some seven million miles back. We shouldn’t have unhitched it so we could float weightless and free. . . as I twirled you around that magnificent light show in a cosmic dance.
Ah, well. . . It’s up there now -secured in it’s orbit around the earth as planned. What a feat it was to get it to never turn it’s face to us on this hoodwinked planet. What a ruse. But we had to put our most important stargate far out of reach didn’t we. It seems like just yesterday.
I remember how beautiful you looked in that pale light as you stood on it’s soft surface, backdropped by the blue and green emerald earth.
Wish me all your fulling moon luck.

Goodnight.
TDK