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PERSPECTIVE OF DEATH

"I want to cry. It's not funny. Like a game in which the boogyman finally gets you and there is neither daddy nor mommy to save you. There is nobody. The time will come when you're alone within his grasp."

"...no worries though, once we'll all become astronaughts."

Ceramic astronaught and print (2009)

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