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I’d probably live on the moon except I think I’d miss the moonlight, driving my rover from crater to crater in darkness.

Extract from Twitter

A kid underneath a tablecloth insists he’s a ghost. A table underneath the tablecloth is, I guess, like the rest of us, just pretending to be invisible. When I grow up, I’m going to be a truck, says the kid underneath the tablecloth, and that’s one way o deflect the weight of the inevitable, to insist on possibility in the face of grownups and the pumace of their compromises.