I really should revisit the short story I wrote in college after getting drunk w/ a physics textbook open to the radioactive isotope chapter
Adroitly Absurd
Cosmic horror is great because it just kinda invents itself. Spend a bit too long thinking about the sun and you realize it’s a radioactive death ball larger than your mind has capacity to comprehend, so inherently dangerous that looking directly at it will harm you, and it’s just sitting there.
