After the trailer came out, I went on a wallpaper binge and created several papers at once. This is one of my favorites.
What mystery he glimpsed in this functional muscle. He felt the passion of the body, its adaptive drive over geologic time, the poetry and chemistry of its origins in the dust of old exploding stars. How dwarfed he felt by his own heart. There it was and it awed him, to see his life beneath his breastbone in image-forming units, hammering on outside him.
He’s in such a vulnerable position and yet, Eric still makes himself bigger than life. A galaxy, Eric? Really?
Enjoy your weekends and make yourself a galaxy! Until next week!