From the edge of the void

     There are a string of these stations lock-stepped on the edge of the void. We teeter totter between yesterday and tomorrow, holding each other from sliding into entropy. From a distance we look like a string of pearls( note to self,- check that, what are pearls?). Being posted here is considered a perk or privilege, but sometimes I think its a subtle punishment for those of us who don't quite fit. For here you don't age, but it fucks up your memory, you can't remember what you remember, and what happens in a Tomorrow is forgotten in a Yesterday. The place is littered in checklists, notes and memory aids, fortunately the gut is not confused it remembers when to eat. We mine time or is it anti-time? I forget, anyway its beamed into waiting vessels for shipment.

    The void itself is quite beautiful, glowing yellow, purple or turquoise, some times sulking matt black then bursting into pyrotechnical displays.

I haven't seen Susan for a time -no, not good word, while, is that better? for she is only here Yesterday and the void has been stuck in a display of livid yellow Tomorrows,

 Every time we meet my gut is surprised, I have no idea why, but may be she has no Tomorrows or maybe she got out. The void has a purple edge to it, may be it will be yesterday soon. Susan I miss you.