I just read Elon Musk’s company SpaceX is building a town for its employees, it is being called Starbase.
I had reached office earlier this morning than usual.
It was also unusually cold this morning.
I found the office all to myself, vacant chairs and empty desks, a whirring noise from I don’t know what. Probably the vending machines or the centralized AC.
Los Angeles is on fire. A friend of someone I know on social media has lost his home in the Palisades. Someone lost their passport but managed to save their child’s beloved stuffy.
I live in Bangalore. Probably one of the most unique cities in the world where almost all global companies have some real estate or at least a flex board.
Once my inbox was cleared and the calendar looked decent, I looked around. The office was still empty.
We are primarily a remote company, so none of the desks have those signature items that try to distinguish us from the identical tags we all adorn.
People come in on certain days based on their team schedules and leave soon after.
Through the large glass windows, I saw the sun was just curving in through the tall buildings that almost look like SpaceX’s rockets.
Through the morning haze and the shimmer of the dusty sun the tech park felt like a mirage.
The lives we have built, curated and enlarged fell away.
The haze helped me see what I did not want to see.
How far we have come away from turning back.
Turning back to smell the advents of the season, to feel the coldness in the air, to hear someone cry and turn back to say ‘it’s alright’, to look at the trees and say “I’m sorry”, to save the walruses, to sing a song.
And yet we have built, we built paradises, yet they remain fragile.
How does it all taste, this world we’re creating? And what happens when we reach the end of it?
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