“By the time she had finished unburdening herself, someone had turned off the moon” ―
Quite by accident I find myself reading, or having recently read, two stories about the destruction of the moon. In the first story the moon basically dies of old age although it’s strongly suggested that this process was hastened by the increasingly mercenary attitude of humans. Having lost a certain sense of romance in their continuing addiction to blind consumerism, humans no longer appreciate the moon and it wastes away and dies.
In the other story the moon just suddenly blows up one day for no apparent reason that anyone can discover. There’s no sound and no fury, it just blows up and where there was a moon there are now seven distinct chunks of former moon. (more…)