Meditations from a Planetarium

I wrote these journals over a 5 year period contemplating, building, and sitting in a planetarium of my own construction. But it could have been anything that time has passed by. A model T shed, where a shiny newfangled machine once wheezed after a days journey 2 miles into town. A gazebo on the village green, where brass bands used to play on sultry summer evenings. Instead I sit inside an unlikely shed behind a century old red oak barn with a shiny copper cylinder drilled with 899 star holes, awaiting some visitors. It took 4 years to dream it up before the 5 years to build it. During that time alot of crazy thoughts came to mind, so here's the journal of this building. This dreaming. This loving. It couldve been anything. But its a planetarium.