|Tableaux: two boys and moon's surface.|
|Of the era: a deep-sea diver, an astronaut, an Energy Crisis t-shirt|
Happy faces, two brothers. Yeah, it was a fun day. But something pretty enormous and humbling was seeded in me, something between rational and irrational and between real and surreal — I don't matter; I do; I'm a speck of a speck within the cosmos; I'm unique and individual. Once, during dinner, my mom fled the table when talk among by siblings and my dad turned to infinity. I think of her upstairs in the bedroom, her ears shut against the imponderable.