I’m hungry for stars, longing to see the Milky Way again on summer nights and in the dark mid-winter. The light pollution in this city is too strong. I wish I could sit on the roof and see more than just a few faint stars against the never really dark sky. I’d take pictures and print them to cover my walls like I did with the posters of space nebulae and fantastic creatures I had when I was younger. I miss really feeling part of this galaxy.