Mercury
copper marble, hot to the cheek
// dist: 0.39 AUa hand-pasted scrapbook of every world i've visited
three little marbles, each on their own translucent square of sky
copper marble, hot to the cheek
// dist: 0.39 AUpeach fuzz, wrapped in cloud-ribbon
// dist: 0.72 AUhome. blue-green-yellow, smells like rain
// dist: 1.00 AUMercury smells like burnt copper, but only on Wednesdays. Venus is louder than the documentaries said. Earth, from a porthole, is a single small thumbprint of green-blue light, and i pressed my whole face against the glass.
~ kepler zone 02 / inner worldssomewhere between mars and jupiter, the sky breaks into crumbs
the asteroid belt is not a wall. it is a thin sprinkle of crumbs, like the crumbs that fall when you eat toast over the kitchen counter. you can see the sun through the gaps. astra-92 says they are not even close enough to touch each other. they are mostly just sky, with a little rock in it.
~ astra-92 zone 03 / asteroid beltfive strange neighbours, scattered across the back of the album
rust dust. left a little rover here.
stripey marble, pink storm spot
four flat gold loops, drawn on graphite
cyan-mint, sideways and shy
cobalt deep, one cloud streak the whole season
Out here it gets so quiet you can hear the rocket. Saturn's rings are actually four flat ovals stacked, not one. I taped Saturn down twice because the corner kept lifting. Neptune is mostly bedtime-blue, and you only get one cloud streak per season.
~ astra-92 zone 04 / outer worlds// transmission received. you are home.
the porch light is on. the kitchen smells like toast. the trapper-keeper goes back on the shelf, between summer-of-asteroids and old-pluto-sketches, and the rocket leans against the wall, a little dented.
~ astra-92, log 47, summer's end
zone 05 / goldback / home