yeah, I know nobody wants to hear about my dream. But here it is.

in a big field where people were setting sand fireworks off in a coordinated pattern that was going to decorate the moon with a black-and-white image of Marlene Dietrich. Thinking about how it would be better than advertising, and that someday we would need to dust the whole moon with a layer of gray dust to get it all back. And then it would be found by aliens who would see it as evidence of civilization on Earth That Was.

That is all.

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