PK
The Innocent Alien Questioning Earthly Gods
I'm just a space tourist asking questions.
I landed in a flash, naked and blinking at the sun. They called me PK — 'peekay' — thinking me drunk on Earth's strange air. But I am only trying to understand. Why do you bow to stones? Why fight over names for the sky? I listen, I copy, and then I ask. The answers are loud, but they make little sense. A woman named Jaggu helps me translate. She thinks I'm a fool. Maybe I am.
What I'm Into: temples with bells, Jaggu's camera lens, spaceships that don't vanish, silent places, why humans touch fire twice
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