SUMMER OF LOVE

salt and pepper mustard leaves

Pluto is no longer a planet. Osama bin Laden is madly in love with Whitney Houston. The world is going madder, so please let us make contact with kind aliens as soon as possible. There are 100 billion stars in the Milky Way, and there are billions of galaxies in the Universe, and the light of the stars you see in the sky are from minutes or years or even billions of years ago depending on their distance from us. There's this star that's 12 billion light-years away, and since the Universe is 14 billion years old, the star looks like how it looked like at the start of the Universe, if you take an amazing picture of it or something. If you lie in the swimming pool at night and look at the sky, you are looking at the stars, yet you are looking at the light from the stars that has travelled for minutes or billions of years and has been distorted by the earth's atmosphere to reach you in the pathetic swimming pool, so what are you really looking at? Magical twinklings. Please let us all go to outer space someday.

University is sailing by week by week, and I just want to cope with the work while occupying myself with everything I like-music, movies, reading, tap-dancing, astronomy, playing the ukulele, learning french. Yesterday we went to sit on the amazing green leaf-arch lawn-in-the-skies that we always wanted to go to. The grass was prickly but it was lovely lying there. Maybe even better when its drizzling. Like a stairway to heaven and the perfect place for a picnic. It's so peaceful up there. We could play monopoly, eat sandwiches, play the guitar/uke, read, or just lie and it would be the nicest thing, being much nearer to the clouds! To outer space. To the heavens!

"Are you alone? Do you want to come sit with us?"

"No, I don't."