Where on earth did the willows come from? It blinked for a few minutes, then disappeared. I closed my eyes and imagined that just beyond the river of honey flowed a clear, clear, sparkling stream. If the terraforming failed or didn’t fit within predetermined parameters we’d spend our days side by side until we decided otherwise. And through heaven flow rivers of milk and honey and… I closed my eyes and imagined that just beyond the river of honey flowed a clear, clear, sparkling stream. It blinked for a few minutes, then disappeared. I was in a tub with pink suds and gold handles in the middle of an apocalyptic landscape: pieces of the shuttle scattered all over the red rocks, Pauline dead, and me a prisoner of absurd hallucinations. The water would run out in a few hours if I didn’t do something in the meantime.
