image Ana Kova for Quanta Magazine
The Collision of Neutron Stars
I didn’t see it coming but I should have. The gravity waves only tremors. A kilonova of this disconcerted affair. 24 carat gold between the Heinz ketchup and the empty Pinot Grigio. Spinning inwards morphing us sucked down into the black white heat kiss of a billion suns. Lost to her deity of idols.