COSMIC PATH 🛸
COSMIC PATH
A Population-5 Micro-Scroll
AUTHOR’S NOTE (Optional)
If you prefer to head straight to the story, feel free to skip this part.
This note isn’t essential to the narrative.
It’s simply a small point of interest
about how the opening line was crafted —
the kind of detail some readers enjoy,
especially those who appreciate
technique, structure, or artistic choices.
Point of Interest
While putting this piece together,
one point of interest came up that felt worth sharing.
By every rule of writing,
the opening could — and technically should —
be written as a full, proper sentence:
“I-95 North is completely jammed.”
That is the correct structure.
It is the complete thought.
And it would be perfectly consistent
with the present-tense flow
of the rest of the piece.
But that isn’t how the moment happened.
When you suddenly see traffic locked ahead,
your mind doesn’t hand you a polished sentence.
It doesn’t follow structure or tense consistency.
It reacts in real time —
fast, immediate, unfiltered.
And the moment arrives in two quick hits:
the sight,
and the meaning.
That’s why the piece opens this way:
I-95 North.
Completely jammed.
Not for style.
Not for effect.
But because the experience itself
didn’t come as a full sentence —
and the narrative stays true
to that real-time phenomenon
so the reader can feel it
the same way it actually landed.
COSMIC PATH
I-95 North.
Completely jammed.
GPS prompts Exit 53
and a 45-minute ETA.
But Exit 52 is open and waiting — quiet, clean —
and something deeper said,
“Take this path.”
Russell → Pratt.
Smooth. Fast.
Fifteen minutes home.
GPS reads traffic.
But you read the Cosmic Path.
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EPILOGUE
The Moment Behind the Moment
Most people follow GPS without question.
Most accept the red line on the screen
as the only route forward.
But sometimes the real way through
is the one that opens quietly —
the one instinct catches
before logic even wakes up.
Exit 52 wasn’t just quicker.
It was a reminder
that instinct still counts.
NOTE ON ETA — Small Letters, Big Beat
It’s interesting how a technical acronym
can settle into a poem
without breaking the rhythm.
ETA lands softly —
three small beats
between calculation
and intuition.
A tiny detail,
but part of the truth.
AUTHOR’S REFLECTION
Sometimes it’s the small wins
that stay with you —
even a simple shortcut
you didn’t expect to pull off.
The moment wasn’t big,
but it felt good —
a quiet spark of surprise,
a reminder that instinct matters.
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