Atmosphere

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

So when Joan walks into the Mission Control building that morning with a black coffee in her hand, she is at ease. She is not anxious or terrified or heartbroken. All of that will come later.

So when you look out at the sky, the farther you can see, the further back you are looking in time. The space between you and the star is time.

Being human was such a lonely endeavor.

“Sometimes I don’t know if I knew my dad or I just created a man out of thin air, as a god to pray to.” “Well.” Joan sat down on the blanket. She opened the cooler and grabbed a beer. “Maybe it’s both and maybe that’s okay.”