DEAR EPOCHÉ, ALETHEIA WRITES. I could see the whole city from the sky. The view was deceptive. All we could see were the trees. Even from the surface of space, the diameter of roads appeared swollen. I remember hearing that some astronauts who have been to space never dream about space, have never once, in all their days since, dreamt about their time in space. Yet the crops hold steady underground. Out of sight, out of mind, we lift up our heads and eat. Forever, Aletheia
