There's this moment that happens to me every year at Night Market, usually when someone I'm with stops to look at cheap socks. I'm looking down to the end of the alley, and the crush of humanity trapped between the flourescent stalls takes my breath away. It's so simple; pavement, tents, and people. So many small, similar, indistinguishable people. It boggles my mind that each little bit of that teeming mass has a life, experience, and an individual consciousness.
I usually end up doing something silly instead, like watching planes head towards YVR and timing the intervals between landings. A Boeing 747 has a maximum takeoff weight of about 400,000 kg (900,000 lb), and that entire mass is supported by the uneven flow of air above and below two 25 meter wings. Amazing, and so much easier to understand than people.
There are days when I kind of miss physics.
I usually end up doing something silly instead, like watching planes head towards YVR and timing the intervals between landings. A Boeing 747 has a maximum takeoff weight of about 400,000 kg (900,000 lb), and that entire mass is supported by the uneven flow of air above and below two 25 meter wings. Amazing, and so much easier to understand than people.
There are days when I kind of miss physics.
