His time up in space had gotten him to imagine a sort of life down on earth impossible. It was a life made up of images. Things that didn't happen at a regular rate or even at all for people who were living life down here. He wondered whether he could just go back up to 

Spacecity

again. He was ashamed but he had even looked into it.

They never let someone back up to Spacecity once they returned to earth. It was a rule not broken yet. So he gave up on that. He thought he was better off imagining what 

life

would be like after returning to earth.

There was that one guy who was emailing him though. They actually were making plans to meet up at a cafe this Wednesday. In the evening after the guy got off work. He was looking forward to this. There was nothing to look forward to anymore. It wasn't like he was expecting it to be an immense amazing night or anything. instead it was sort of an anchor in the middle of the week that said "this will happen at this time and this place".

The other weeks after returning from Spacecity had been a blur of no such anchors. The plan was to meet at a local cafe near the emailer's house. It was a bit of a drive for him but he didn't mind. That would be the only thing on his schedule that day.