The Galaxy of Us is interested in the horror of scale, but also the tenderness of trying anyway. Space is terrifying because it is vast. Love can be terrifying for the same reason.
I wanted the book to treat intimacy like a signal crossing too much distance: distorted, delayed, still desperate to arrive. The cosmic pressure comes from the possibility that the universe may not be empty, and may not be indifferent in the ways we prefer.
More details will come as the book moves closer to release. For now, think of it as a dark-sky companion to the existing work: more emotional, more celestial, and still listening for something that should not answer.
