He never did show up, probably because he died back in 1992.
Yeah, I know…..
Anyway, we waited around most of the morning, drinking Cuban coffee, scribbling and sketching and scratching and screaming about the darkness of space and the emptiness of time, about the layers we are always moving through, in and out, like breathing, but always forward, never back. About worm holes and black holes, antimatter and eyes. About perception. Deep space and time travel. Expansion and entropy. About continuity, distortion, illusion and the impermanence of reality. We gave up around noon.
This is where we ended up.