A moon floated absent mindedly in the navy abyss of the Universe. She gazed at it mutely. Tonight the moon did not remind her of cheese or Neil Armstrong. She attached no significance to the gleam that only slightly penetrated the unwashed puddles of rain on the pavement below. It was a silver and complacent sphere that followed every single human and creature that was rooted obtusely on the planet with its sinister singular eye. As she gazed at it, she did not see a reflection of herself in the isolated albino meatball that might or might not be made of cheese. There were no clouds hovering about the moon’s infinite head and the cracks and blotches upon its surface made it seem like an acne infested adolescent.
She thought of nothing and nobody as she gazed at the moon, that solitary gimmick that made a philosopher out of everyone, making them believe that there was more to it; that the so called splendors of its glow would one day ignite a vision of profundity. .that perhaps one might receive some kind of life changing revelation by simply gazing at the idiocy of the moon. Perhaps someday it would mean more, but tonight the moon was meaningless as it sat stupidly floating mindlessly in the non-starry sky. The moon was a moon. Feeling daft, she slid away from the window and waited for the sun again, thinking it might save her.