At that moment, we felt hunger in our hearts,
for the rest that lay before us, for
past hardships, and for the distant,
lofty mountain peaks.
When that time comes,
we will embrace our friends and say,
“We once shared
one common human fate.”
Together, we will welcome back
millions upon millions of strong, healthy soldiers,
and together bury tens of millions of dead.
But we do not want to hear a few people
sitting in the ark say:
“We preserved human civilization.”
Feng Zhi, “Our Era”
Sigh! Why don’t I write my own blurbs?
Because I can’t.
There’s no outline, the plot goes wherever it wants, and my friends don’t read it!
The style keeps changing, I never get enough to eat, and I buy my own gifts.
