Whisky fuelled ramblings

Loneliness is a brutal state of affairs.

When the glowing power LEDs of your laptop, and the comforting growl of your car’s engine are your only companions, you’re on your own.

But at least you’re self defined.

Mars.

Mars! The planet’s name breathes through me like the voice of destiny. The Red Planet; our second home; another basket for our eggs.

Luna; the spacefarer’s waypoint.

Where are Heinlein’s Lunatics? The colonizers? The scientist-adventurers?

The Northern Lights shon brilliantly tonight. Blue, green, even amber curtains – solar wind sucked in by our planet’s magnetic field. Ions flaring out in one final brilliance.

Most people saw beauty. I saw the beckoning hand. All that space – all those resources!

Why aren’t we there yet?

Look sharp – the officer’s coming by.