Space

Thoughts from: L.A.

I don't know if anyone's ever mentioned it before, but there's something about sitting out on the balcony at night, with nothing but your thoughts and your laptop, while drops of rain are falling down from the star-less sky of L.A. My philosophy professor and a few other people I've met have been telling me that we're experiencing a drought in the city of angels and that rain has been absent. Maybe it's because of those words that I know appreciate rain a little bit more...either that or I just need to buy an umbrella.

What is it about time and space that defines life? It's always there - In the movies, where we have to plan out how much time we're going to spend showing a scene; in our daily lives, where we have to figure out how to use up our time in a non-wasteful way; or in the sky, that extends outside the world, and therefore is just called "space." We're in a world that requires defining so that we won't be lost. But I guess even when we define things, nothing ever seems to have clarity.

Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe it's just a human need to want to understand everything. That's why we're always asking questions even when the answers seem out of reach. Like, what else is there in outer space? Why do clouds give us the illusion that we can jump on them when in reality, we'd just fall through them?