I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.

This is a photo I took from my window in Kharkiv this spring.

At the top, the sky is clear enough to see the full constellation Scorpius, hundreds of lightyears away. At the bottom, a missile hit, a kilometre away.

The first line in this post is also not mine, but how the final monologue in Blade Runner begins. It's about the profound, fleeting beauty and horror of a life lived on the edge. It's about moments that defy description.

I think about this photo and others like it a lot.

It's the human paradox, captured in one frame. We are a species that charts the stars, names constellations, and dreams of other worlds.

Yet, we remain bound to this one, capable of creating such visceral, all-engulfing destruction.

Seeing attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion is science fiction. Seeing our own cities on fire under Scorpius is reality.

10 years ago, I would have immediately signed-up for any sort of space travel. Today, I'd prefer to stay here and simply watch occasional re-runs of Blade Runner when I need to dream.

All those moments... not lost. They're just here and now.