rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Rush

Thin, cold fog has hugged the ground all night, making the distance vague while leaving the moon and stars exposed. As the nights grow ever colder, I expect the early light to reveal that the dogwoods are becoming quite red. Their color always gives me a craving for pomegranates. I do believe that Friday has come around again, and that three weeks of October have already passed. Is it just me, or has time accelerated of late? It would explain why I'm getting less and less done each day. The planet must be spinning faster. Something ought to be done about Earth's increasing recklessness, but I don't have the time. I can't remember if increasing rotational speed causes gravity to increase or not. If it does, I expect to be crushed soon. If it doesn't, I expect to be flung into space by centrifugal force. I hope it doesn't happen before I get at least one last pomegranate.
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