In Mars We Trust

What are we doing here?

We've exhausted all possible places on earth to be, with a rising population count in progression, I say let's explore, let's travel to unknown dimensions.
Maybe even use money for a truly greater cause, further than any disease, even death.

Let's conquer Mars.

I woke up to the sound of Beethoven's No. 7 in A major, as the sun pierced my pupils and stung my brain. I couldn’t stand the sound of my father snoring. The glass of water had turned to mildew green, as the fish inside lay there, intimate and alone with the water. It occurred to me that this Japanese fish was actually my grandfather Larka, killed in the Russian-American War. Both countries had denied his identity and was forced to fly to a trial in Kalingrad, when the pilot had a heart attack and collapsed. Poor in soul. The fish had his eyes now, blowing mindless bubbles into my air.

I had to get up.

Breathe.