Tim Burton-esque nights silhouettes of trees tracing hands in the clouds. We sit on the cliffs looking at the city skyline and discuss human nature. Is creating cities and exploring space, instrinsic to our nature? Will curiosity and the desire for advancement the eventual reason for our downfall? He tells me in certain parts of space we age slower. I wonder how long my hair would be if I never cut it from birth to death. Later, I talk to someone I never thought I could talk to. We learn from each other. In the car home we scream along to lyrics that somehow feel as though they were written for us, written for that simple, euphoric moment, windows down, closer to each other for one night.