And think about how often do you truly have to look directly above.
It's almost defiant, aiming your sights directly opposite the planet only a scant few will ever escape, becoming extra aware of the tridimentionality of your life.
It's strange how everything you find by aiming above are only the bottoms of things, the most "useless" of sides, or at least the one most often meant to go unseen.
I despair at how uncomfortable the angle it is, like the stars and clouds aren't meant for me, nor the puny flexibility of my neck. Soon I'll have to look down.
Still, everything below up is still kind of cool, I guess; much more graspable, but we can't have everything in life.
