I love the idea of space travel. Meeting people and cultures that have advanced so far that perhaps they have set aside all strife amongst themselves. I really do hope that before my time ends I get to at least take a shuttle out and see our own world from above. I want to truly experience feeling like we are just a small spec amongst a vast ocean of diversity. It makes me sad to think that maybe we could already be out there being explorers but we are still held back so much by ourselves.

Alternatively if I see that it won't happen maybe my last act alive is just finding someone willing to jettison me into space. I don't want this journal to be taken too seriously. But this goat fucking dreams of space damnit.