THEY SLEPT FITFULLY ON THE GRASS UNDER THE newly waning moon, two inhabitants of a world recognizable now to no one save those two who had come first, for all the others who had once claimed dominion and name and believed they would be remembered as a result lay inert and buried in the ground.
This part brought to mind Carl Sagan’s Pale Blue Dot monologue. In the end, we’re all humans with a finite and relatively short amount of time on this planet.
