May 21
as much as i love project hail mary, i just can't stop thinking about how fucking depressing it is that grace will never ever get to experience the mundane things on earth again. like the feeling of rain on your skin. sitting beneath a tree in the park. listening to birds chirp. the smell of flowers. the excitement on the face of his kids when the school bell rings. seeing people out of the window on a particularly lonely night. the smell of fresh grass after it's cut. his apartment which he will never see again. and so much more. i understand he found his home on erid, but, man. i just can't.
