I morti restano morti, ma noi dobbiamo vivere.

“Do you really think you can read out my mind?" she asks me, face to face."I thi…”

“It was a small room with dim light coming in the window, reminiscent of old Pol…”

“It made her think of Laika, the dog. The man-made satellite streaking soundless…”

“Nobody would take the time and effort to hang a fake moon in a real sky.”