something completely different.
"have you ever considered the idea that every star could be the sun of another solar system thousands of millions of billions of miles away?"
that's a lot of prepositional phrases, he thought.
"i mean. seriously. think about it. what if somewhere out there there's another couple having this same conversation?"
he doubted this.
"we might be on a double date with slime-oozing aliens right now."
he wasn't sure what was appealing about this.
"out there. aliens are sitting on the hood of their version of an old buick, overlooking some weird extraterrestrial city, wondering who is going to make the first move and finally kiss the other."
again, he doubted this.
"i think it should be the guy. his name is philip. i don't know why, but it is. and her name is val, but everyone calls her 'rider.'"
why?
"she used to be an equestrian."
space horses?
"except...on, like, whatever they ride on that planet."
probably space horses.
"seriously. think about it."
he didn't.
"what if we're not alone? what if this moment is totally insignificant? lost to the greater background of own impending yet inconsequential deaths. what if we're just one more speck in that night sky? infinitely small and alone. what if we're just another white dot in the sea of sparkles? how can we be sure anything really matters?"
he sat up and looked her in the eyes.
"what?"
he kissed her. he had never been one for existentialism.
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