Con­tin­u­ing my last post about a dream I had vis­it­ing a touristy ver­sion of our moon, after going for a hike (along a board­walk) I muse to a fel­low trav­eler about how curi­ous it is that there is air. The weird­est part isn’t that there is air, of course. It’s that a cam­era trained on me says “Do not loi­ter, please move.” The board­walk isn’t all that wide and by stop­ping to ask ques­tions I’m hold­ing up the line. The entire moon and we have to queue up.