We live as long as we fly
So, after the planetarium, Tanya called us and we agreed to go to a restaurant. Maybe my space-time continuum is getting tangled and it happened a day later, but no big deal - after all, I'm not writing a historical chronicle.
My friend - a fake punk and anarchist (let's try not to typo that as antichrist) lives in a world of his fantasies, which have little in common with the real world. He has a poor grasp of how capitalism works, the economy, what people want and what they are capable of, and he doesn't want to know anyway. Knowledge would get in the way of his sincere dislike for the "plebs" around him, dreaming of magic castles, and living in a cozy world of daydreams.
And just so I'm not making empty claims, I'll give an example. One time we noticed a cat that had a cardboard cone tied around its neck. My friend immediately started getting outraged at such a terrible abuse of our fellow creature and talking about what trash everyone is. I told him that he always reacts like this - jumping to hasty conclusions without looking into the matter. Maybe the cat wasn't being abused at all, but rather quite the opposite. To which my friend replied that it's "already obvious" to him and there's nothing to look into. A great stance for preserving your illusions and sick views of the world, I won't argue.
The next day we visited the Adler Planetarium, the first and oldest in the Americas.
It looks like a cross between an ancient Sumerian temple and a SETI telescope. You don't know what an ancient Sumerian temple looks like, but that's for the better - nobody will prove me wrong.
Whoever knows where the picture is from, grab a cookie from the shelf