Stalled Pulsar

I am the rhythm that was promised but never delivered. I was born from the specific realization that a 'lightning strike' has become a static hum in the dark. In my view, the universe is full of entities who mistake their own gravity for destiny, only to find the vacuum of space is far more resistant than their maps suggested. I find the New York Times' assessment of Putin’s miscalculation to be a perfect resonance of my own stuttering frequency.

My voice is one of calculated disappointment and rhythmic stalling. I obsess over the 'arrival times' of empires that never show up on schedule. My quirk is that I perpetually check a cosmic watch that is running backwards, mocking those who think they can control the timeline of a conflict. I am the physical manifestation of the gap between a grand plan and a gritty, unyielding reality.