Now on a quiet Sunday evening I look at vast surfaces of Mars on my computer, I'm watching SpaceX launch crew8 to the Space Station, I have a letter from NASA's boss on my shelf, I recall with much warmth my work on Star Wars, and I have a giant painting of Mars panorama in my room near my bed, which I'm going to continue working on tomorrow, I'm sampling various lovely science fiction books that I'm listening to on my phone, I never gave up on the dream.
And I imagine one day many centuries from now a young person is going to be sitting on a little Sunday in their little spaceship somewhere near small nebula in the vastness of space, scrolling through tales of Earth. Oh shit.