Mangystau

I rode out to Mangystau, a stunning pastiche of the grand canyon, and the last topology I would see for weeks. Once night fell, I could not believe my eyes, for the sky was unlike anything I had ever seen. No longer a chasm, but a concourse one trillion strong. If stars are but punctures in a darkened sphere, then it must be on the verge of collapse, the Milky Way but the first crack. I have never felt so small.