The Moon project is finished.
It’s funny. When you finish a big project, one you’ve worked on for months, you’d think there would be a feeling of celebration. Or maybe a feeling of relief. Or a questing after the next project. Maybe the feeling would be a deflating one, with a sense of loss, like leaving a friend. Or a depressed feeling as you descend to mere mortaldom.
But in truth, for me, it is not like that at all. The feeling when the work is finished is a sense of nothingness. There’s no party, no ritual to mark the end. No inquiries, no words spoken. Just nothingness. Like it never happened and, if it did, like it never mattered.