Little Hannah the Astronaut

photolittle hannah the astronaut. she lives by the sea. she trains¬†anemones and tortoises to collect glossy sea shells, the glossy ones are the best ones to use for rocket fuel. she grinds them up in a big red compactor, funnels it into her pint sized rocket. soon she’ll have enough to set a trajectory to mars, or a worm hole, or find out what happens in a black hole. soon she’ll have enough to see the earth as a pin head, the sun as a blazing bumble bee. sea shells are small and grumble up into even smaller dust, it takes a lot to turn into rocket fuel. she wonders if her shelled friends could make the process a little quicker by giving up their homes. they’re only slowing them down, she reasons, they’re only keeping her grounded longer.

The Phone hasn’t Rung in the Last Hour

I work in sales. People call me to buy espresso machines. If nobody’s calling there is literally no work for me to do [okay.. there may or may not be emails that I’m avoiding, still, it’s mainly phone calls]. That being said Continue reading