I could only see him while recording videos. I’d sit across from an empty chair and then I’d hit the record button and suddenly he was there, through the screen. We’d skip the small talk and get right into the important matter of calculating how long it would take to drive around the circumference of the earth, assuming no stops and a steady speed of 60 miles per hour. He’d pull out a 4-color ballpoint pen out of his shirt pocket and diagram a few things on a napkin and soon we’d be driving down some highway in South America in a convertible with the red ink paint job. It’d be night and there’d be a sickle moon and lots of stars. We’d locate the big dipper and then the small one. He’d pull out a binder and flip to a map of the constellations. He’d point to Andromeda. I’d inevitably bring up blackholes and what actually would happen to your body if you fell into one. Wondering about stuff. The trip around the world would pass this, small truths would reveal themselves to our inquiries like infrared light through a camera lens.