By Meghashri Dalvi
The vast gray regolith is like a virgin canvas, ready for the artist. It has been preparing for this moment for a long time. Bearing the asteroid impacts and enduring the space radiations.
I take a moment to savor the serene landscape. Up in the dark sky, the blue marble gazes lovingly. Hoping for a masterpiece that the future generations will ultimately deliver.
Beyond, many more globes await. Cold and distant, hot and gassy. Patient for their turn in the colossal scheme of the things.
I descend slowly and put my left foot down. The land sighs. And the artwork begins.
I like the style of this piece very much but am uncertain how I should understand it. What I understand is that here we are, after inflicting terrible damage on our own planet we are now embarking on shaping and forming another to suit our purpose until that one too is wrecked. Perhaps the author can help me out.
Thank you Constanée Malik Hemedi.
What we will do to the moons and planets is not yet clear. We may damage them, or we may learn our lesson and take a cautious approach. The story is narrated by an optimist who expects to create an artwork, and the story is told from that subjective perspective.
Very interesting concept. It’s like the writer is God, I think. Creating another planet. And hoping it will prove to work out well.
Thank you!