If you are a sailor, be careful of your Polaris. 

If you are a plant, be careful of believing the sun would infinitely rise in the east. One day they would enter helium-burning phase. You might be a Cannabis, you don’t need much light, you can live with a 10000 lux light bulb, and you’re happy to be underground. Good for you.

The sad thing is I am an Alexandrian Laurel. I grow up by the sea. I need the sun. I have no fear of the world’s end. I would be busy dying, and it would be fast. Sometimes I even want it to happen because I’m tired of high tide. 

The thing is I’m afraid of the death of the sun. I said I wanted to see millions source of light. Milky way is cool, it’s still cool, and will forever be cool. I just have a plan to go home too. I hope to come back home and watch the sun rise. The scientist told me it takes millions of years for the sun to die. Don’t worry, they said, it wouldn’t happen in my lifetime. 

They either fooled me or they got it wrong. Before I know, the sun turned into a neutron star, same distance but hiding in the space, no more light, and massive gravity is holding me from synthesising energy and moving on.

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Never mind, someone just taught me to build a spaceship. I will find another coast to settle down, with two suns rising from the west. 

I’m not sulking, but some stars are irreplaceable.

Disclaimer: the plants in the cover image do not represent any species I refer in the text.