This piece was first published in Lot’s Wife Edition 1, 2021.
Content warning: isolation, lockdown themes.
I speak to my homeworld.
But I don’t live there now. It’s just nice to know it exists behind my screens.
I watch you making circles around the sun.
It has no bearing on my artificial schedule up here. I sleep and wake when I can.
What do I look like up here?
I haven’t checked for a long time, but my hair has become bizarre. Every time I take a spacewalk I have to suit up.
No, of course I’m not bored.
For every rotation of the sun I have my little task list. When I get inert I tell ground control to blast music at me. Always sounds like they’re having a good time, wherever the music is.
Hold that thought – I’ll see you very soon.
Take care of yourself pls.
Not much. For now I’m gonna seal my pod and delay going down to the new surface.
How lucky we are.
Photo by Kat Kennedy