Cosmic Origami
“Nobody can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.”
Trite, jejune. Even a little threatening, thought Bri. She rolled her eyes and groaned. Evidently, her upcoming assignment had been shared with the neighborhood. Seeing those words scrawled in huge psychedelic graffiti on the outside of her battered apartment building, visible from her far-off vantage point, made her cringe. There will always be people who use fear and intimidation to undermine the common good, she thought. She had never had much use for people who made noise with no purpose. In fact, she didn’t have use for anything done in excess. She read once, although she couldn’t recall who wrote it, that we are products of the times in which we live. That was in some ways very true, she thought. Nothing in excess. Nothing more than we need.
