I don’t get a lot of time to do any sky watching, because things try to kill me when I go outside. That’s a bit of a deterrent.
When I do have the opportunity, I see a brilliantly clear sky and thousands of stars, and a moon.
No signs of space travel though. Not even any shooting stars.
It makes me feel small and alone, and not in the greeting card or meme way.
I might be here until I die.