Letters From a Past Which Lies Ahead. Top Story - August 2022.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Janet, I have never beheld an aphorism more bleak. I wish that you could shout my name from the inky reach of Sedna and its tantalizing vibrations would launch from your lips like a flock of migrant birds, purposeful and swift, to appease the winter of my longing.
