The Artemis II app is appreciated, but the poetic aura or undercurrent of past lunar voyages feels somehow less filling this time.
I can’t stop thinking about the reported spent–gunpowder smell (or the scent in the air after a firecracker explosion) on the lunar surface; ditto the 96 bags of human waste that were dumped by various astronauts between ‘69 and ‘72, and which are still effing lying there as we speak.**
** Would it have been so difficult to dig a hole with a plastic hand spade and bury the poop bags? I’m talking about showing respect and reverence for the purity of the lunar environment.