The waitress brought me another drink. She wanted to light my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn’t let her.
“Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on?” she asked me.
“The big show is inside my head,” I said.
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions
Art: Juan Carlos Verdial
Today I learned Jupiter is the love child of Edvard Munch and Vincent Van Gogh.
Antibiotics and indoor plumbing sure are tits, but in my opinion, the best thing about being alive in this day and age is all the space travel. Now that we’ve broken through the stars, we’re experiencing a whole new level of beauty that’s been sleeping just beyond our exosphere. If nothing ever comes of our curiosity but all these gorgeous pictures, I think I’ll still be satisfied.
More Jupiter photos fresh from NASA’s JunoCam, HERE.
Maurice de Vlaminck
At The Bar/The Bar Counter