Spent....
We were to go to a Bellarmine thingy.
"What are we doing tonight?"
"Every year we go and we end up laughing at how silly it all is. Then we ask ourselves why are we here."
"Yeah." laughter.
"Let's skip it."
Home.
Steve did his yoga. I went outside, watched the stars and listened to Toni Childs, Dreamer for I dont know how long. Not much awareness of anything but the slow rise and fall of my chest...and then a memory,
"Why do you work?"
"To get to space."
"What?"
"To be able to afford the price of the ticket."
"Really?"
"Really."
Awkward silence. Disconnect. Different language. Translation not available.
Returned to the stars and the music and lingered.