“This is Major Tom to Ground Control.I’m stepping through the doorand I’m floating in a most peculiar way and the stars look very different today.” (David Bowie) I have seen a movie about cosmic collisions in the Planetarium in Buenos Aires. How little important we are, just some spot on a huge map of little dots that belongs to another huge map of little dots. And trying to find out who we are we look up to the sky as if the answer was just there, written by cosmic collisions. But what we see are stars that already belong to the past, time is always ahead of us and the star that seems to twinkle to us in reality is already long gone. This is Day 8 from Sarah Pabst, @_sarahpabst_ for @burndiary , very happy that I was asked to post a little longer.