28 January 2018

Do It



Oftentimes nearabouts The Dead Centre of yet another colon dark Dope City winter you find yourself casting about for a rainy day thing or two to do. Today Sonja, Kitty, Hunky Z and I chose to visit the Space Centre, formerly known as the Planetarium. We had not been there since mushrooms were legal and the joint was full of mushroom fans for their weekend trippy Pink Floyd shows.

Stayed for a couple of their shows. One about how stars get formed and later expire and another about dark matter and our search for the shit.

Science is different than it was when we were young and dinosaurs shared our path. Dark matter, for instance, had been theorized about, but was not yet talked about in school, or elsewhere for that matter.

There was an interpreter who guided us through the two shows. He invited one and all to ask him questions once he was done. No one did after either show except us. Mushrooms, I concluded, have a long lasting, salutary effect on human being’s curiousity.

All that talk about being bombarded by dark matter and our sun one day fizzing out put the fear into us however so we retired to a pub for a late lunch washed down by many glasses of black currant cider.

“This shit is like Electric Kool-Ade,” Hunky Z observed once we were done. Do not drink the black currant cider unless you want to be experienced.


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