We is what stars are made of.
We is what stars are made of. We talk in clustering constellations held together by space. Stars are not so close together. It just looks that way from here, where our eyes construct them. These clusters are separated by millions of miles of meaning we place in their particles, connecting the dots if we stare long enough, turning spans of space into ways to exist. We cluster, re-cluster, when gravity is not strong enough or when we shift into unrecognizable shapes. We keep clustering — knowing there is no cluster big enough to protect us and none small enough to hold us, to let us hold it in our hands.