Commentary from the surface: every creature on this dusty orb appears condemned to roundabouts. Observations suggest it's a condition of the universal spiral.
The Pilgrims of Proxima wander aimlessly this morning, pausing occasionally to ponder the void with bemused alien eyebrows. Amusing, indeed, how they align with the celestial equator, fumbling with their atlases and guides.
We Are Always Arriving — a popular travelogue among extraterrestrial scholars. Why walk straight when the bureaucracies of the cosmos favor elliptical paths?
Tutorials for Galactic Endeavors Lost in Temporal Adjustments