Intro.. Draw... Poems.. Later I thought: that: the blurred face: which I had seen several times: on my way to the center - it was his. On the recordings from those days: he stands in his cabin - hands on the windowsill - looking toward the rings. The retreating sector D is bathing now: in its own cooling gloss: and: I'm thinking about the last sentence from his diary: To the right of the machine block: I noticed a light red diode. I was scared: that: the maintenance panel had gone - but it was something else - An animal. A Cat. She scanned me motionless for about two seconds: and smoothly spread inside of long shadow under the stairs. Two seconds. Why does her look offend me so badly?Back... Along.. More...