i'm turning them into a painting, slowly.
i wrote a story once about a boy named yuri, named after the first human in space:
(yuri gagarin)
in the story, he was grateful that his parents didn't go with muttnik.
i'm rather fascinated with astronauts and the desire for space travel in general. people train and work for many years for the incredibly small chance that they'll get to leave the atmosphere or use a working space toilet, only to spend the rest of their lives afterward wishing they were back up there.
the real yuri's short life is remembered for what amounts to 1 hour and 48 minutes of it- the ultimate representation of the value of fleeting, intense experience.
but also the inevitability of longing.
how could one trip be enough?
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