You know what really fucking gets me? We sent a human into outer space, beyond the Earth, for the first time in our history — and it wasn’t a monarch, a banker, or an oil billionaire, it wasn’t a Rothschild and it wasn’t a Rockefeller — it was the humble working-class son of a bricklayer and a milkmaid.

Our first cosmic representative was a socialist, and he was a worker. And even if everything goes to shit, if the hourglass runs out on climate change or nuclear warfare, if we never reach our full potential as a species — the story I will tell my grandkids, between munches of lizard kebabs in our solitary Himalayan cave, is that for one hour and forty-eight minutes, we were humans, and we fucking won.