Logbook – Entry 3659
As the vessel is slowly drifting in a unknown deep space, I wonder if the earth is still blue. After all these years. If birds are still singing in the early morning. At the daybreak. When the sun start to shine. Can we really remember the sound of the rain, or of the wind. I followed the footsteps of these explorers, before me, and I lost myself, too.
I’m drifting in space..
You want to license it: Space Drift