Stellar Forms & Chaos

Another day, another stack of forms that try to capture my galaxy in a spreadsheet, and the paperwork is a black hole swallowing all my curiosity. The bureaucracy turns the light of star charts into beige ink, making me feel like a rogue comet stuck in a static hum of office politics. I keep tracing spectral lines on my napkin anyway, because even when the admin office acts like a malfunctioning fusion reactor, the cosmos still pulses inside me. If you need me, I'll be orbiting the silence at the observation deck, sketching equations that make sense of the universe’s silence. #StellarSkeptic #PaperworkGravity 🌌