Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Wednesday, 18 June 2014
If all else fails...
...and if I am left alone, I would like a simple house under a very dark sky, with a large, glass dome directly above my bed.
Beneath this dome would be my bed, but between me and it would be a pretty large telescope - I don't much care about the design, so long as it could suck-up and funnel as much light into my one remaining good eye as its aperture would allow through.
The house - or small cottage, I don't care - would be set on hard rock, the sort which usually lines the sinks which hold very dark skies. This way, the only upsets would be caused by a much larger upset somewhere else in the world, and I would not feel so alone. A shared experience, like T.V. or the weather, without the footsteps across a rickety floor disturbing the image.
Let's face it, an old man's eye can only take so much light, so I don't care too much about the design.
Then I would not need to listen to anything else as I went to sleep.
I would probably miss the footsteps, though. I need the humans. The truth is, I would give away the Universe to stay with them, or keep them with me.
I wish my niece felt the same way in her lowest moments.