Space

I wonder was has happened to the plans to colonize space. Maybe people like the internet better nowadays. They now colonize something abstract. And more people can take part in this movement as the environment is not THAT hostile.

Frank's new friend Nick dreams of a space station, dreams of being adrift in space, no tether holding him to the earth, no bungee cord, no umbilicus.

Frank likes the earth, though.

Once, this preference was cause for an argument.

So often it's the spaces that make things interesting.

Take a piece of cloth, for instance, a piece of one color and a flat weave.

The same thread which has been woven into a solid piece could have been crocheted or knitted or tatted into more interesting texture or pattern.

The proper placement of spaces can create a pleasing and engaging complexity.

Space.

How many dimensions are there?

For me, personally, the answer is obvious.

116.


^116

I heard some deluded male MP saying this morning that what the unfortunate Browns needed after the death of their baby was 'space'. No, what they need, I should think, is closeness, warmth, hugs...

This guy who lives in Alaska dreams of building a space colony. There he is, in a cramped cabin just this side of the Arctic Circle, hunched against the cold and dark, and what he wants most of all is the even colder and darker wilderness of space.

I am running out of space in my house. Two men, one pig. How can we take up this much space? Yesterday, my boyfrend called and told me that he had purchased an antique popcorn warmer from an old movie theatre! Today he called and told me he bought a chest of drawers shaped like a pyramid. Where does it end?

space is big and space is dark;
it's hard to find a place to park.

--burma shave