Things People Don't Appreciate
These suits are meant to assist you. But running for your life was never what they were intended for. They’re meant to protecting you from the dangers of hostile environments, not hostile and fast approaching fauna. Actually I’m not sure this can even be classified as fauna and not flora, or something else entirely.
I’m not exactly in a position to stop and ask questions. But who is when you’re meant to be exploring new worlds. For all I know it just wants a hug. It’s just better not to find out.
I’d like to say I love my job. But on days like today, I dream of the mundanity of pushing paper and the biggest threat to my existence is stale coffee.
Greener grass and all that. That’s an idea! Maybe I can hide in the tall grass near what I think is a river. Of course I’m on a planet without trees. Or rocks. Or anything resembling a good place to hide.
You’re probably thinking where’s your ship stupid. Well that’s a long story. And one I don’t have time to tell. What with the imminent threat of death and possibly dismemberment.
So if these are my last words, just know this -
Blame the fucking artist of those fucking postcards!
Today’s art is courtesy of Brennan Massicotte from Vancouver, Canada.