I walk into a mural of an alien landscape. It seems impossible that such a place could exist outside of a canvas, but I'm seeing it. Rolling plains of light and colours that belong to no spectrum I've ever seen. They said that I'd have to see it to believe it, but as I stand here now, I'm starting to think that that's not true. The more I see of this place the less I'm able to believe. The people here, they don't look so different then the populace of my own mural, not on the outside, but why do I feel so alone amongst these aliens. This land is no science fiction. Culture, it makes me wonder... why are we going to space?
