[ WP ] Aboard the International Space Station , looking back at Earth , you see atomic explosions detonating across North America .

It's happening. They've lost it. Completely and unequivocally lost their minds. Right as I fly by I see it. Astronomical lights. Like fireworks, oddly beautiful really. I ca n't fathom what did. What was the final straw. It's not like I can do anything really, not from up here. Not like I'm going to live through this ordeal. My mission control is down there. What can I say? `` Houston, you have a problem.'' Maybe it was the president of America. The Prime Minister of Canada. The Democrats, Republicans, NDP, Liberals, Conservatives. Maybe it was the people in the countries. Hell, it could've been the goddamn geese. Does n't matter anymore. 
 
 I just sit here, quietly. My crew are still asleep, no need to wake them up now, no point honestly. I'm thinking that a lot. No. I think I've given up. That's why I came up here, to get away from all the politics, poverty, death, down there. But, you can never truly leave your home. 
 
 But still, as I sit, staring out this 16 inch wide window, I ca n't help but think of the beauty of that planet. Canada in the winter. That white blanket of cool fluff dropping down little by little. Covering my driveway, and the roads. I remember when I was a kid, I used to beg everyday during the winter for there to be a snowstorm, so that I would n't have to go to school. When it would happen, I'd run out, to the protests of my mother, and play in the snow with my friends. Making spherical projectiles to throw at each other. Winter was the season I had my first kiss. She was standing there, angelic. Little bits of red on her cheeks and nose, with the cutest little smirk. She was great, always joking around. Her fair skin fitting so well in the soft white textures of the park. I can remember her laugh, how it would make me melt and feel warm, even on the coldest of days. I wonder if she's down there. 
 
 I can remember that time I went to Hawaii in the summer. One of the best trips of my life, other then this one, I've got to say. The warm sand beneath my feet as I walked along the beach during the early morning. The jellyfish which stung me, had to pee on myself, not my best moment. The cool water as I swam in the afternoon. The great drinks being sold at the bar. My best friends coming with me right after graduation. How we would go out to the beach every afternoon, and the city ever night. I can remember Jack leaning back on the porch chair and Ali lying down on the makeshift hammock. How we laughed, Jack and I drinking beers, Ali a coke. How we reminisced on our high school years and dreaded the coming university times. I wonder where they are, down there. 
 
 I'll never forget when NASA called to say that I was accepted into their program and would be on the next shuttle leaving planet Earth. The joy and floating feeling I had. How proud my parents were. How loving my sister was. How amazed my friends were. How... 
 
 Then I feel it. The blurred vision in my eyes. The stuck feeling in my throat. The migraine of trying to keep it all in. And I let go, and it pours out. Deep, disturbing sobs, like that of an animal, come out, again and again and again. And I ca n't stop them, they just continue. I feel like I'm drowning in the deep end of a pool. I ca n't feel my hands, things start to go numb. And I look on, as my home is being destroyed in front my eyes. As I watch the ones I love die. As I watch my fate be sealed with the bomb blasts of mans own disregard for life. Oh, how we've failed. 
 
 So I sit there, and weep.
