Cosmophobia short story
The way we picture Atlas is wrong. We portray him as kneeling deep, his head to the side, propping the sky on his shoulders, lifting it for eternity. The truth is quite different. Atlas has his back on Earth and his gaze is straight up towards the sky. The immense weight of the celestial canopy is supported only by his eyes, which are forever open wide. And all that, under an eternal eclipse’s shadow.
Or at least that is how I feel. Alone, in the endless darkness, doomed, staring at the stars. I’m located at the Lagrange L2 point, on the Sun-Earth axis but beyond.
The Sun… Ha! I can’t remember the last time I gazed upon the Sun. My days, if they can be called days at all, are intertwined in a continuous dark river. I don’t know how long I’ve been up here and nobo
