Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go…
…Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do.
This took me
8 MONTHS TO WRITE
It's easily the longest fiction work I've writen so far in my entire life. A few brief notes about this wild time:
1. This wasn't the kind of tale you choose to write. I don't know how this happened. This started as a fanfic, and then became serious very quickly.
2. I asked theduckman, about a third of the way into this project, if Jack had depression before the amulet in his canon. He said no. I then decided to just kinda casually throw out his entire canon to make my own to make this work, because there is no canon and all associated remarks. So to keep things straight, I have to note here: this does not take place inside theduckman's canon. It takes place, technically, in a separate hell canon where no one is happy and bad things happen to everyone.
3. I struggled for a long time over what to name this, before settling on the famous David Bowie character who becomes lost in space after takeoff and subsequently is never heard from again.
4. Special thanks to Cyan for letting me use their heke rad texting/pager code block format for the texts between Bright and Gears (it's from their super rad and cool tale "Coming Down" and you should read it its good)
5. This was written after me having the worst mental health year of my life last year, and is partially drawn off of that experience
6. All pictures in the weird side-tale thingys are taken by me for the purpose of this tale, and I wrote the code for those myself. I guess you could call me a hacker or something
7. I no longer know what to do with my life now that this is over what do I even do??? we just dont know
A brief weird kind of reflection: 2/13/2019
I just listened to Space Oddity again for the first time in a long time, and I had a second to reflect. It's been a couple years- I wrote this in high school, and I'm almost halfway through college now- but it's absolutely incredible to me how tied I feel to this story. As soon as the opening bars of that song play, I feel almost homesick. I remember everything about this like it's a physical place I can visit; from what I was feeling when I wrote it to what I imagined Jack's surroundings to look like.
It's almost at 100+ now. Unlike some of the other stories I've written I feel like this one really stands the test of time, and as of now I continue to stand by it. There are a few changes I would make if I were to write it now, I think, but for the most part…I still adore this one. I'm glad it's continuing to be special to other people the way it's special to me. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget this story and the unique kind of bleak, melancholy warmth it has, and the weird comfort it brings revisiting it.