Astro-sars

This library is full of Saturday afternoon internet vultures. I walked here. I have my feet flat on the ground, an inadequate attempt to keep my mind out of outer space. Sometimes I prefer that ocean of emptiness to real life. Nevertheless, at this moment I belong to the earth. The melodrama of consuming emotion played out amongst the cast of amateurs reading a script written in heiroglyphics. Stage set with parking meters, pine cones, Dunkin Donuts, bubble jackets, and microwaves. Camera phones are patiently waiting to capture the next facebook wall photo. In fourth grade I wanted to be an astronaut. Then I met gravity. Became a nurse. Is it too late to catch that space ship and start blogging from Saturn?