Sky staring is in the writer job description, like daytime sleeping is in the teenager job description. It’s a key selection criteria. Also horizon staring. Actually any distant gazing. It’s one of the things you do to open the idea portal. Things float in when you stop focusing. And when you’re asleep. A couple of weeks ago I wrote some ideas on an index card the moment I woke up. I found that card in my bag yesterday. Yes! Hooray! My great idea. An entire book distilled on one little index card. I’d forgotten all about you! I read it. It was crap. What happened? Portal malfunction. I need to get the portal guy in. Again. Sigh. But that’s not what I’m writing about. I’m writing about this sky, above. I think this is how weird white settler land use must have looked to the indigenous population way back then. What do you think?