Part One: Lat. 38.829193. Long. -91.05007
Part Two: 38.994460, -93.586185
Part Three: 41.500821, -95.903094
Will Robinson is an old man on an asteroid wearing a crinkly spacesuit and sitting in a recliner watching the stars. Behind him The Robot is singing in his deep baritone while he refines fuel out of asteroid rocks. When I say that Will Robinson is an old man I mean that he has outlived his parents and Don and Judy and Penny and Gleep the space monkey. It is hard to know if he has outlived Dr. Smith since he disappeared in the Unfortunate Incident with the Space-Time Continuum Box.
Sometimes a TARDIS wobbles by overhead. Sometimes the sky is filled with TARDISII, though they are all the same TARDIS. Sometimes thinking about time is thinking about space.
My very favorite show when I was a boy was Lost in Space. I would watch it wearing my favorite orange and black striped velour shirt. The Space Family Robinson were marooned again and again, planet after planet. Each time they set up gardens, mined ore, repaired their vessel, made a little identical home of each new space.
A spot on a map is a marker of space, a fixed point, unwavering. Time is like the silk scarves knotted together which we pull from the empty sleeve of space.
A page is a space, and sentences are the silk scarves that we pull through it.