Every now and then I leave my apartment in the city for some quiet time in my spaceship. It’s an old vintage style ship that I bought some years ago. Some would say it’s a piece of junk but it suits me just right. It has everything I need whenever I’m in orbit; my old vinyl record player, a comfy chair, a coffee maker, some nice books and the most amazing view. I’ve decorated the inside of the ship with flowery tapestry from the mid 1900s, have some plants growing in the window and even though the fire place is electric it feels more or less like the real deal. Fellow earthly cruisers will pass by from time to time and I’ll wave to them as they wave to me. But mostly it’s just empty space and the sweet jazz tunes from the speakers. That’s the whole idea with my floating summerhouse.