Message In The 26th Bottle

Short days ago we were together, we watched sunsets glow, felt the Dawn. We lived and were loved by each other, but now I am saddened that in the past few months I have nearly completely forgotten your face. I wish I had dedicated every minuscule feature better to memory, but as the days past, and my mind was slowly swallowed by madness like a droplet in a pit of slime, I remember less and less of my previous self- my previous life. The slight curvature of your nose, the lift in your brow, the tiny wrinkles on the ends of your lips- the wrinkles from a lifetime of laughter. Such tiny insignificant features which now have taken on such profound and sacred meaning to me, suddenly it has become so vitally essential to remember everything about you. The exact colour tone of your hair, the exact angle of your jaw. Why is it that faces, being so easily recognized, so easily pulled up from our past, are yet so easily forgotten in our minds in their absence.

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An Unlikely Crew (Part 1), By Nate Miller

“As I’m sure you’ve heard, disreputable types, air pirates and such, have been spotted along the Southern Merchant Corridor, and unfortunately, that’s the route we have to take due to this weather. In the event of any hostilities, weapons will be provided to you by our Flight Engineer and defensive positions assigned as needed, if you have any questions please direct them to him, oh and travel time is about six hours. Thank you..”