The first ship shows up out of a clear blue sky. Glistening silver just like the great sci-fi masters imagined. I watch their descent on a TV screen in my one-bedroom apartment. Nothing like I imagined. I am chosen. What does that mean?
The first ship shows up out of a clear blue sky. Glistening silver just like the great sci-fi masters imagined. I watch their descent on a TV screen in my one-bedroom apartment. Nothing like I imagined. I am chosen. What does that mean?