{"id":5602,"date":"2024-05-15T01:21:29","date_gmt":"2024-05-15T01:21:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/?p=5602"},"modified":"2024-05-17T14:41:54","modified_gmt":"2024-05-17T14:41:54","slug":"tales-from-the-town-157-postcard-from-the-depths-of-space","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/2024\/05\/15\/tales-from-the-town-157-postcard-from-the-depths-of-space\/","title":{"rendered":"Tales From The Town #157: A Postcard From The Depths Of Space"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Picture On The Postcard<\/strong><\/p>\n

A sea of stars, and in the middle a tiny little spaceship all alone out there in the vast infinities of space<\/p>\n

The Writing On The Postcard<\/strong><\/p>\n

Out here in space sleep forms 99% of your life.<\/p>\n

The sleep of boredom and tiredness
\nof stasis
\nand time dilation<\/p>\n

Endless sleep
\nwithout even the solace of dreams<\/em><\/p>\n

The Reaction To The Postcard<\/strong><\/p>\n

“That postcard came from space!” said Daniel. “That is so cool.”<\/p>\n

“I don’t think it actually came from space, Daniel,” Tina said.<\/p>\n

“But imagine if it did!”<\/p>\n

“I think it just came from wherever all these other postcards keep coming from,” Tina said, as she held up the other ones they’d received on and off for a few weeks now, about things like mysterious towers, abandoned shops, cats, castles, forests, days.<\/p>\n

“Maybe they also came from space,” Daniel said hopefully.<\/p>\n

“Nothing came from space, Daniel,” Ethel said. “Not unless Nanny sent us some liquorice from the moon again.”<\/p>\n

“Well they must be coming from somewhere,” Daniel said, thinking as hard as he could. “And… from someone<\/em>!”<\/p>\n

“Very cleverly deduced, Daniel,” said Tina. <\/p>\n

“But I wonder who<\/em> they’re from…” Daniel pondered, ponderously.<\/p>\n

(“They’re from Dad, aren’t they?” Ethel said, quietly. “Definitely Dad,” Tina said even more quietly somehow.)<\/p>\n

“I suppose we’ll never know,” Daniel finally concluded. “It’s a mystery.” He looked at the latest postcard again one last time (definitely his favourite postcard). “A space<\/em> mystery!”<\/p>\n

“Dad’s dead<\/em>,” Claire said, stomping into the room from wherever it was in the house she’d been stomping about before. “And his postcards are all stupid<\/em>.” She snatched them up out of everyone’s hands. “And I am ILL!<\/strong>” She threw them all on the floor and stamped on them. “And this is the worst week ever!”<\/p>\n

___________<\/p>\n

Notes:<\/p>\n

1. The space poem was written on May 10th, 2024<\/em>
\n2. And the rest was written on May 14th, 2024<\/em><\/p>\n__________<\/br>

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