Science News: The Bubble Around the Universe is Shaped Like a Collapsed Croissant
My face in the mirror’s oval is the only stranger I’ll see today. That’s about the shape of things. Each day inside my house: rectangular. Nights go round. A red sunset smears itself flat over the final day of a shapeless year. Let forward be a shape. Also, tomorrow. Hope, like the bubble around the universe, is difficult to draw.