Sometimes I wish we had intergalactic space travel, as found in any science fiction book or television show. Just imagine seeing the entire universe.

Then I remember that unknown dark spaces freak me out. At the Hirshhorn Museum of Modern Art in DC this summer, they had displays that were completely in the dark. I couldn’t handle them. Even the cool ones that had to do with time. Modern art is weird, beyond belief.
Space basically equals dark spaces. There’s almost no way you could convince me to travel in space, even if it were possible. But for some reason, I still wish it were real.

Everything just seems more exciting in space. Or maybe, just more dramatic.

The things I think when watching Firefly while filling out attendance forms.