The horoscope read, “The universe hums. Slow down and listen.” Her maximalist bedroom glittered with gilded nonsense; clinomania kept her enthroned beneath silk. A jeweled clutch dangled by its strap. Beside her, The Hitchhiker’s Guide lay open. She dreamed herself Trillian, adrift with Zaphod Beeblebrox and Slartibartfast, their tongue-twister names as ordinary as tea in… Continue reading As tea in outer space→
