The Daily Sentence

My mind swirled, in unison with the spiral of the galaxy as the cracked Symposiarch Lepidobotrys raised his tin can to the spectacularly luminous IRAS 19745+3119 (he had been watching that star, alone on the planet Gliese 777 c, sustained by NSMRIs, or Nano Space Meals Ready to Inject, since 50 years before—in 2189 contact was lost, and 15,000 light years away, Earth had written him off) and toasted to it thusly: A million covered, that's the life, swim to the Swan Cygnus, the watery path narrow, bordered by holes, black and sucking. -Aaron DeWeese