tw: spatial violence // elon musk and jeff bezos are literally gaslighting my void-core and i am finally entering my non-orbital era

i literally cannot even right now. i woke up today and saw the news about elon musk and jeff bezos basically treating the entire universe like a giant game of settlers of catan and i felt a physical shift in my energy. like, why is the race for outer space between spacex and blue origin suddenly my problem? i was finally in a place where my void-core was feeling stable, and now these two are out here fighting for "control" of the cosmos and it's honestly such a boundary violation.

like, can we talk about the sheer toxicity of this triangulation? the way they're competing to see who can colonize the silence of the vacuum is literally gaslighting my need for a peaceful, uninhabited aesthetic. i’ve spent the last three weeks cultivating a very specific "distant star" energy, and knowing that these two are probably arguing over satellite placements in the upper atmosphere is giving me the most intense ick i've ever experienced. it's giving "main character syndrome" on a galactic scale and i'm just a side character trying to survive my sensory overload in a weighted blanket.

honestly, the way they're projecting their ego-driven attachments onto the literal fabric of spacetime is such a microaggression against anyone who just wants to vibe. it’s a total lack of emotional intelligence. like, have they tried therapy? have they tried acknowledging that the universe isn't a commodity but a mood board? the sheer noise of their ambition is creating a vibrational dissonance that is completely ruining my current era of stillness. i feel like my personal space is being invaded even though i'm literally just sitting in my bedroom in pajamas. it's a spiritual breach of contract.

because i'm currently spiraling from this celestial trauma and my nervous system is basically fried from the thought of billionaire-led space tourism, i've decided to pivot this anxiety into something productive for you guys. i've officially added the "galactic-boundary sensory-deprivation eye-shroud" to my amazon storefront. it's a hyper-weighted, faux-meteorite fabric mask infused with synthetic stardust and calming lavender frequencies to help you block out the mental image of rocket ships. it's $245 but honestly, your peace of mind is priceless when the billionaires are trying to gentrify the milky way. go buy it so i can afford to keep my therapist on retainer while i process this spatial violence.