spin rodriguez

Maybe it's silly, but it's nice to think about – being a comet, that is. A large rock without a care in the universe. A life so simple and so distant from our own that it's hard not to make a comedy out of it. In comparison, we're just the NASCAR drivers of the asteroid belt. Continuously turning left, content with the order we're given – accepting only that life is the way that it is, and that it is the way it will always be. At least until someone else comes along with stories of Vega and Rigel only to leave quickly, showing his tail as he goes.