On a flight to Dubai in February, when I looked at the flight path on my seat screen, I had a sickening feeling that something terrible would happen before my return flight. Sadly, my hunch was correct. Moreover, the war was worse than what I had expected, and that was only the beginning. It was even more eerily to notice that the shortest direct line between Toronto and Dubai would actually go over Kyiv. This may not be the best context to think about Henri Lefebvre’s perceived space and conceived space. Nonetheless, I couldn’t help but keeping thinking about the meanings of lived space, both on the ground and in the sky, as we cruised smoothly and uneventfully across the globe from one troubled spot of the world to another.