some crazy Australian rode a weather balloon into the upper stratosphere on the weekend and the from 75000 ft. jumped out. being the first person to skydive from space (or at least the outer atmosphere - as high as helium can take you) .
I'm writing this on the subway. there is a pretty young girl sitting across from me, reading "Narrative of the Life of Fredrick Douglas, an American Slave".
this stream of consciousness. this aesthetic. from skydivers to slaves. of lives lived. in all their variety . From Plato, "what is good, Phadreus, and what is not good and who need tell us these things?"
it is a beautiful day to be sentient.