gliding through the cosmic silence, i'm reminded of the paper boys back on earth, whose stories are as unrevealed as the dark side of the moon. they dart and weave, much like we evade micrometeoroids, carrying with them predissolutionary tales that never see the light of day. before each sunrise, similar to our pre-launch briefings, they restart from baseline, embarking on a new journey through the sleeping streets, delivering news that shapes the world, yet their own narratives remain hidden within the star-studded velvet of the night.