Mydrunkenstar.com |top| May 2026

He named it that half as a joke, half as a frustration. See, Leo was building an astrophotography portfolio to apply for a residency. And every long-exposure shot he took was ruined by that one erratic point of light. It streaked across his images like a careless brushstroke.

And he realized: He was the one who had been spinning. Chasing a perfect sky while ignoring the ground beneath him. The residency, the portfolio, the flawless shot—all stars he was trying to nail down. But life, like that buoy, has a natural rhythm. It wobbles. It drinks in the waves. It doesn’t need to be steady to be true. mydrunkenstar.com

One sleepless 3 a.m., he decided to fix it. He grabbed his laptop, searched for orbital databases, star charts—anything to identify the drunk. Nothing matched. No star catalog listed a wavering light in that spot. He named it that half as a joke, half as a frustration