Moments…in…Purgatory

“Space. It’s an illusion.” Silence hung in the air. Yours standing proud with certainty. Mine overrun with questions, stupidity quotas, and considerations of sleep walking. “Seriously, Space. It’s an illusion.” I really should take your mic, but my mind is still processing this reality. You continue. “It’s just a government plot to get us toContinue reading “Moments…in…Purgatory”