I had read the Words. The same as anyone else. They meant as much to me as they did to the others.
We implored it to stay. Cast ourselves upon the ground below it and cried up to its radiance.
I’m one of the last Piecemen left. We few holdouts who didn’t want to seek refuge in the Light.
Sometimes a longing causes us to exert gravity…causes us to force an orbit.
I seem to pick up parasites like hitchhikers when I’m out there.
Timothy often earned money and trinkets by showing newcomers around and making sure to point them in the right direction for the things they needed. As well as the things he knew they really wanted.
Through all of this, I have fought hard to continue my writing.