Roadside Picnic, a lyrical and unhinged travel log chronicling life at the intersection of outer space, inner chaos, and whatever dusty highway happens to lead to an observatory that day.
Existential tourist and artist with a fixation on rockets. When not trespassing near launch pads or forgetting what time zone Iโm in, Iโm likely staring at the Moon through someone elseโs telescope, wondering if weโll make it.