It made her think of Laika, the dog. The man-made satellite streaking soundlessly across the blackness of outer space. The dark, lustrous eyes of the dog gazing out of the tiny window. In the infinite loneliness of space, what could Laika possibly be looking at?

“My world foreshortened, flattening into a credit card. Seen head on, things see…”

“E assim prosseguimos com as nossas vidas, cada um para seu lado. Por mais profu…”

“You're afraid of imagination and even more afraid of dreams. Afraid of the resp…”

“امسكي بيدي الآن.. أنا بحاجة لأن أدرك أننا معا.. ليس ثمة ما يخشى منه، إننا باقيا…”