This park is usually frequented by mutilated junkies off their tits or those wee post-Noughties hipster kids taking selfies on the swings (the Decline of Western Civilisation). You are, however, blessed once in a blue moon (Definition: informal, very rarely) by these kind of vignettes. Silence. No one in sight. Lovely.
No one owns this bad boy. I didn’t know this until today. I thought it was a first-come, first-served kinda deal, the US flag planting their sovereignty over the rock.
http://www.space.com/33440-space-law.html
‘Space is free for all nations to explore, and sovereign claims cannot be made. Space activities must be for the benefit of all nations and humans. (So, nobody owns the moon.)’
It all seems very noble and righteous, a communal bit of cheese orbiting the Earth. In our surely destructive future, though, I envisage a battle for space’s resources, the moon a weaponised base for storage and procreation. Something like that.
Further reading: https://www.theguardian.com/science/blog/2014/oct/17/who-owns-moon-land
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 