Astronaut – Daily Writing March 14
Mar 22nd, 2009 | By admin | Category: Daily WritingThe space station hanging in nothingness, a fly caught in the ointment of the unending, forever falling black. A clutter of junk blocking pricks of light fallen from distant suns. Looking out the observation windows The subterranean cold outside pressing in on the toughened glass -cool to touch.
The air presses down, the recycled air with a tang of humanity in it, here you know you are breathing in what everyone else has breathed out, it’s been filtrated and emasculated and reconstituted once again to become air, the carbon di-oxide sucked out and spat out made rare, and then your breathing it here. It’s being cycled around by the pump, one of a hundred humming buzzing clanking machines that add to a background drone notched out after a while. You notice it when you arrive for your tour of duty, as you float in weightless slow motion into the main capsule area. The almost permanent sea sickness but you get used to, ears adjust and pop.
For breakfast lunch and dinner it’s those tubes, like toothpaste containers, all the nutrients you need, Soilent green in space. Can’t have those food particles flying off everywhere like separate orbiting satellites causing unknown damage where it can’t be seen, so, this slodgy mush of ‘roast beef and vegetables’ or ‘Hawaiian chicken’ is condensed and mashed and freeze dried – not even heated how dull’s that? Outside the earth glows in celestial beauty, a Greek goddess calling …..
