Invaders

These unhappy agents found what had already been found in abundance on Earth—a nightmare of meaninglessness without end. The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death.

I got to the front lawn by following the pattern of everyday life. I opened doors that weren’t there, turned down halls that could no longer be said to exist, and then looked out at the lawn through a window in empty space.