Dead Astronauts (Borne, #2)

by Jeff Vandermeer

For that was what bodies wanted: To come to rest. To know no more.

Dead astronauts were no different than living astronauts. Neither could shed their skin. Neither could ever become part of what they journeyed through. Suits were premade coffins. Space was the grave. Better to think of yourself as dead already. There was freedom in that; liberated the mind to roam quadrants farther than the body.