They say it’s the blackness that gets to you. Facing away, all you see is black. The stars are fiction. But I found the black to be a chasm to dump my thoughts and dreams, for when I finally make planet-fall again. What’s jarring is that moment when a sliver of blue enters the bottom frame of your porthole. Strapped immobile and forced to think about our crimes, we stare until we get planet-fall or burn to dust in the atmosphere. It’s that bluish green sliver of hope that’s the true horror. It shows us what we want the most.