Conditional Reality

You get in your car and drive. Anywhere. It doesn’t really matter how far or how long. That’s the American way: we always believe in the future even when the evidence is against it. They, the astronauts, got in their capsules and soared, looking for the future, too. They lived a slightly skewed version of the American way. They took their own air with them. How cool is that? They didn’t want to come back, but gravity and dwindling supplies had their own agendas. The thing is, we saw with their eyes. Their stoic expressions came from carrying our weight.

Labels: Astronaut