Year 52’023

25 December 52’023

I once walked on the great sandy earth. Lions roared and I was alive.

As I forgot my future and my thereafter, I found the meaning of the universe.

And since then, I never looked back.

But today, a remote memory returns from the far depths of my mind. There was a youth: a terrible purpose, larger than life.

I remember my young years, growing up on my home planet. A place rich with all the lakes, mountains, beaches and rainforests: so was the Earth which was my Earth.

And you, my heart, for all these years you have carried the nostalgia of future centuries. And many times you have asked me for a place called home.

And every time I said: “here”.

But you whispered: “Earth”.

Will I ever see my home again?

Maybe it is time I return to Earth.