Sagittarius A*
At the center of the Milky Way there is a supermassive black hole. Super massive. Their words, not mine. And at the edge of the Milky Way there is super tiny us. Super tiny. My words, not theirs.
The black hole is too far away and our lives are too short for us to be affected by it materially. But I think we, super tiny though we may be, can sense that mysterious destructive void and our relationship to it.
Because why else are we apologizing and picking up litter and hiding vegetables in food for children. Why are we smiling at our kids as if to say “it’s going to be ok!” and smiling at other adults absolutely saying “what the actual fuck.” Why do we take pictures of babies and cat toes and sunsets and continue to floss our teeth despite all that blood.
That black hole is out there spinning and obliterating things and we still stop to look at snowflakes and try not to think about our bills. It’s a balance, or an attempt at it anyway, to dance our way to oblivion, to stay here as long as we can.
