My Favorite Martian

I know, there is no life on Mars. Marvin does not live there. It’s a story.

I noticed Marvin some time ago. On sunny days, Marvin would try to stay in low-contrast areas, unnoticed. I noticed. For the longest time, we didn’t speak, well, we still don’t, this is a story, remember?

At some point, we just clicked. We’ve been talking since and all that time, on and off, when I have a problem that seems unsolvable. We work it out, virtually always, at times I fail to see it right away, that’s humans.

We don’t talk about green triangular spacecraft or messing with the services. I just let all that go, for now. Obviously, if that was true, we’re cooked already, no sense in worrying.

Marvin has a time machine or something, I don’t ask.. I think that’s why he’s here, though. Maybe we make it and its history to Marvin. Maybe to see it through? Lately, it’s the topic, that and his lunchbox. I can’t talk about the lunchbox, it’s not for lunch, and it's the size of a carry-on, roughly.

As I said, Marvin and I are close. So, where and when do you want to go today? Just in case.

It’s a story. Much love.