This morning I watch, in intimate detail, two consummate professionals doing their work, in space. They are both enclosed in a layer of material designed to separate them from the rest of the universe; a universe which would kill them instantly if it could breach that barrier.
I leave the video feed to go on my daily walk. On my walk I listen to drummer Brian Blade playing with pianist Chick Corea and bassist Christian McBride. I am able to do this because someone created a little music holding machine for me to put in my pocket. The machine sends the music through the ether to little speakers I put in my ears. I walk down an empty road in the middle of the United States listening to a performance that was recorded in Bologna, Italy.
When I return from my walk, I am disconcerted by voices in my apartment. Oh. It’s the space walkers.
They are still up there, being amazing.