I saw bright blue caldari. Dreamed it, a deeper more isolated space than that which I occupied. I dreamed of ice cyan skies and it's black belt that would swallow me whole. I woke disappointed it had not happened, It's still fifty thousand Km away. I unlaced myself from my seat and floated and filed the idea away and look at my own reflection on the observation window.
I ran my fingers through his own thinning hair. there were lines around my eyes I had never seen. Illness had drained the color from my face. Sadly, I was not surprised.
I came across an enormous Volunder exploration ship derelict today. Thanks god it's not her ship. It has 10 Refineries, over a hundred Gyros, 146 Small Thrusters and 34 Large Thrusters. Isn't this a bit over the top?
The O2 tank is running out. Today, Airday.