I’ve always thought the Moon was pretty cool, but ever since about a year and a half ago, I’ve been completely fascinated with it.
It’s so close to our Earth, yet so far away. It’s beautiful, the way it reflects the Sun’s rays back to us, in a stunning silver glow that illuminates the loneliness of the night.
When I think of the Moon, I think of all of man’s achievements when it comes to space exploration. I think of every aspect of it, right down to the nuts and bolts of the spacecrafts.
I’ve realized only a short while ago, that I have been fascinated with metals all of my life. Anything bears any quality similar to that of a metal, captures my interest, whether it is rusty, or shiny. I have no idea why this is. What does my subconscious find so lovable about metal?
One of the reasons I appreciate the Moon so much, is this scene that I have imagined in my head dozens of times:
Imagine being in a vast desert, with a black sky, and a bright, silvery ground. Of course, you are on the Moon. You are simply wondering the vast expanse of dust, knowing that there is nothing here but more pebbles and craters. But then, you see something gold glinter in the distance. You bound over as fast as you can, and in the miles of nothingness that surrounds you, you look to the ground, and find a small device. It is made of metal. Many metals. Fragile, expensive metals. Delicately wrapped in a most interesting golden foil, to protect it’s primitive, yet sophisticated inner circuitry from the deadly and powerful radiation from the Sun.
You pick it up to examine it, and realize that it is useless, and dead.
It was once a world-changing piece of technology, that helped scientists and astronauts alike learn more about space, and the Moon. The whole world was watching when it left the Earth, and touched down on the Moon. But now it was left, untouched, and unadmired, in the desert of nothingness.
Ever since I thought about the sketchy metallic things floating around in space, I’ve always wanted to go to space. And now I know why: because I want to look at those sketchy satellites of yesteryear, feel them, maybe break them, fuck them up a little bit.
Look, I’m rambling, so I’m going to cut things short: Metals are cool.
