text: I’ve been exploring the cosmos in this Shuttle for a while, if I had any track of time I’d say I’ve been out here years. I have seen the stars and the planets, hell I’m pretty sure I’ve seen extraterrestrial life. I’m not alone out here. It’s time for me to go back home, to see my family and my friends. I’ll publish my diary so that people can read my story and let their imagination go wild. I can see the sun, I’m getting closer and closer to home. I pass by the planets, taking pictures that I can look back on in the future. My journey has been one of great interest. As I grow closer to the Earth, my heart beats faster and faster due to the excitement of knowing the things I will recieve once I’m home. I’ll surely be known worldwide as the Man who went to the edge of the Universe and back. This trip was my best decision ever, and coming home will be even better. If I really wanted to I could’ve stayed in space until I died from lack of food, lack of water or lack of oxygen. I can only imagine the kind of letters I will recieve. I can only imagine the wealth I will have. I can only imagine how many people would treat me as if I were royalty. I will spend the rest of my life basking in glory. I will spend the rest of my life signing autographs. My life will be a life worth living. Home is so close now. I can almost feel the gravity pulling me in. Who knows, maybe the shuttle will crash land and I will die. Maybe my dreams of becoming famous are just dreams and not fact. Maybe I’ll have 5 seconds of excitement. Maybe I’ll go back to being just a regular guy. Maybe I won’t even be known. Maybe I’ve been out here so long that... nobody remembers me, or that those who do, are long gone. The possibilities either terrify me or fill me with joy. I am a man who is stuck dreaming. I am a man literally living in the past. What if instead of being given glory I’ll be outcasted; someone who has been in space as long as I have may not even be considered human. There’s only one thing I know for sure, and that is that I’m coming home. I hope I’ll be given some sort of award. If I do return to no prize then my entire journey will be in vain. Perhaps my life has no good ending. Perhaps the happy ending I’ve always wanted never existed. Perhaps my very birth was a mistake. What if me existing has ruined the flow of existence, and that my mere presence disrupts the fabric of life. If I were to die, would anyone even know I ever existed? What if I’ve been building a legacy that will never be remembered? God, this journey has really made me realise how insignificant we all are. There’s no point doing anything when you can do nothing. Perhaps we are in a simulation, and nothing that we do will ever matter. Of course there is some worth to living, maybe it’s the constant pursuit of knowing the meaning of life? Maybe at the end of the day we are all something. Something that can change the world, but chooses not to. Well I suppose you’ve had enough of my rambling. I’m coming home, and I’m coming home now. I’m closer to the moon now, and soon I’ll be back home. I pass by the moon only to notice a slight problem... The Earth is not here.