This is the universe, exploding

Do you ever think about the fact that everything around you is moving outwards, away from the center, wherever that is, expanding and enlarging and stretching until one day everything will freeze into a giant block of frozen universe? In my brain it looks like the end of an explosion, where the force of the blast is still pushing the whole universe away, and just for a moment everything pauses in midair. I imagine that we're still floating on the force of a blast, drifting out among the rocks and stars that also float away, dancing in an esoteric spin, without touching, without talking, only gazing at the vast, dark space beyond our little bubble of safety, and drawing (or in my case, inking) quite small pictures of quite big things which we can't actually see.

This is the universe, exploding.