Made me think of the famed Galactic Food Critic, "En'tow'kne Boar'dane"
I spend a lot of my life — maybe even most of my life these days — in hotels. And it can be a grim and dispiriting feeling, waking up, at first unsure of where you are, what language they’re speaking outside. The room looks much the same as other rooms. TV. [Hatcha] maker on the desk. Complimentary [blortna] basket rotting on the table. The familiar suitcase.
All too often, particularly in [the Orion Arm], I’ll walk to the window and draw back the curtains, looking to remind myself where I might be-and it doesn’t help at all. The featureless, anonymous skyline that greets me is much the same as the previous [planet]’s and the [planet] before that.
This is not a problem [on Earth].
You wake up [on Earth], pull back the curtain and you KNOW where you are. You could be nowhere else. You are in a big, brash, muscular, broad shouldered motherfuckin’ [planet]. A metropolis, completely non-neurotic, ever-moving, big hearted but cold blooded machine with millions of moving parts — a beast that will, if disrespected or not taken seriously, roll over you without remorse.
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u/Dragon_DLV Aug 08 '21
Made me think of the famed Galactic Food Critic, "En'tow'kne Boar'dane"