In lock down when I was lonely, stuck in one place, watching the climate change, feeling the gravitational pull of heavenly bodies and feeling worried; I clicked on a lottery link in my spam emails and won a passenger spot on an Elon Musk SpaceX tourism trip. I scored a package including a massage in the Musk base station. It was sweet. I befell upon a space simulacrum of the Brisbane Hotel and had a few drinks with a pakicetus couple who just happen to be distant relatives of the whale. We sat on the dock of the bay watching Earth’s tide rise from far away. Excessing. Big billionaire behaviour. Wasting time. Wasting space. Rocket exhaust does the ozone layer no favours at all. I read on my way home that Musk granted some Tasmanian students funding to plant seaweed forests in decommissioned offshore gas stations to offset some of his carbon. Bargain. Here is some documentation from my holiday
Georgia Lucy 