Why do people have to be this lonely? What´s the point of it
all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning. Looking to others
to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to
neurish human loneliness?
I turned
face-up on the slab of stone, gazed at the sky and thought about all the
manmade satellites spinning around the earth. The horizon was still etched in a
faint glow, and stars began to blink on in the deep, wine-coloured sky. I gazed
among them for the light of a satellite, but it was still too bright out to
spot one with the naked eye. The sparkling of stars looked nailed to the spot,
unmoving. I closed my eyes and listened carefully for the desandants of
Sputnik, even now circling the Earth, gravity their only tie to the planet.
Lonely metal souls in the unimpeded darkness of space, they meet, pass each other, and part, never to meet
again. No words passing between them. No promises to keep.
