Sometimes, I am suddenly rendered speechless when, as I’m sitting behind my computer contemplating what I might like to eat for dinner, it occurs to me once again that there are men and women living on a space station.
Space, man. Space.
I do this with the ocean, too. For example, right now, there are massive storm fueled waves bashing against nothing and whales the size of small buildings thinking nothing about me and you or them at all.
Somewhere, someone eats an Oreo while another wipes their own ass and someone else just spent their last minute alive.