500 Miles High

Our focus is to get citizen astronauts to experience the ‘overview effect,’ return to Earth, and then impact their communities.

Dylan Taylor

Today at the airport. 15 minutes hold the wait for a friend to arrive. I feel it’s me that’s landing.

What’s around us? What’s around us when we haven’t landed yet but we’re close to it?

Past 500 miles or past 5 minutes I’ll know it, ’cause my friend will share it with unknown meanings above old known words. I’ll greet with a chocolate and I’ll still be able to say: “Welcome back.”


In dwelling, live close to the ground. In thinking, keep to the simple. In conflict, be fair and generous. In governing, don’t try to control. In work, do what you enjoy. In family life, be completely present.

Lao Tzu

When something ends, universe seems to claim its old space and time.

The Night Has A Thousand Eyes

At its best, life is completely unpredictable.

Christopher Walken

Half asleep and with no hunger. Quiet and serene in the wild, sure about being lioness. She doesn’t ask to touch you with her paw instants before jumping over you.

Fulminant decisions taken between one breath and the next one.

Still half sleep and with no hunger, quiet and serene in the wild. Sure about being lioness.


So much of my work has been about disappearing.

Glenn Ligon

I’m touching a bit of today. Something unusual, something strange happens from nothing at all. It may be the first time but there’s a first time for everyone, hopefully. Trillions of process units trying to rationalise it, still unknown though. At least to me.

Soft rewind and playback. Little talk and big flows. Everything written inside the randomness of the coffee leftovers in the empty mug as an azimuthal projection. The other side.

The radiance chasing the isotope. Explosions in the macrocosmos. What happens inside? What happens within?

Electric bonds tie this instant. And so it is.


It’s the unknown that draws people.

E. A. Bucchianeri

There are cycles of magnetism and counter-magnetism that flow along the hanging threads of your wet clothes. This time, I swear, I’ll rinse them. Soon they’re gonna be dry and ready for you to wear them.

There’s perfume of cotton and sea salt.

And yellow lips you have, my sweet sunflower.