The Domino Effect.

Dear anonymous readers, yes you there procrastinating.

I haven't really thought this out as much as I would have liked, but here goes fucking nothing.

Google has all the answers, but in this case, I find that there is more fun in ignorance.

I'm sure you've all had those times where you've let your mind run wild, where you allow your leopard of an imagination to scour through the Safari that is your subconscious. Those times that you yearn for so much so that your whole body begins to palpitate. Those times where, in that tiny world of yours, even if it was just for a second, you could believe, and dare to dream the unthinkable. That time when, you had just painted a moment so enticing that it was worth patricide.

Whether you know it or not, lately I have found it quite captivating to just grab a beach chair at night, bring it out, and just sit in my driveway looking at the moon. I'm not even kidding right now. But yes, it's quickly becoming my hobby. I sit there watching the moon stare back at me, as if we were two people on a busy intersection, the clouds passing us by like pedestrians. I sit and I think, what makes you shine moon? What makes you glisten?

NTS: Travel in space before you die.

And I do, I want to re-enact that scene in Final Fantasy 8, though probably not as seriously. I want to see how insignificant I really am, I want to see how much my life means nothing in the grand scheme of things. I want to document my experience, I want to take photos, I want to record footage, I want to travel around the Earth, and see everything as a completed puzzle, even if only from an insurmountable distance.

I want to rip off the sleeves off my spaceman suit, and go shutter bugging around the Earth, I want to shutterbug that which people can only see over the internet. Surely, I would be unable to take photos with those mammoth insulation gloves on. But oh only a few minutes of exposure couldn't hurt could it?

I mean, what's the harm? If space is only a vacuum, if space has no air, how can it possibly be cold? How can there be cold drafts? How can there be cold air? But all the same, how is there any form of heating, without any heat retention from the Sun?

How cold is it in space?
I want to know, but I really don't, the answer will bore me.