Again, an icy dawn on this distant planet, a desolately cold and uninhabited planet. There is no form of life, no trees, no animals, no people, only immense footprints covered by ice and that hides in each of us a desperately longed for desire and that perhaps illuminates our hope of finding a source of survival. Winding mounds such as we have never seen in our existence and sculpted mountains that evoke our imagination to the idea that perhaps one day there was life here as well. There was an intense and painful cold, every breath seems to get stuck in our lungs with such as an intensity that we thought we will die, it hurt us until our own breath. Only one thought keeps us on track, there is no turning back, our lives depend on this planet, on this dilated but beautiful and nearby moon that threatens the great white man sculpted in the mountain, but that sends us enough energy to continue. The moon was as bright as a million fireflies around us. We have been walking for two months in the middle of nowhere, in absolute silence, it envelops everything.
At first, the silence was sweet, intoxicating, almost hypnotizing. Today after sixty days the silence has become black and full of despair, our efforts are not bearing fruit, just seeing that mountain in the form of man controlling an inhuman being illuminates our day with a perhaps….this mountain is extremely different from the others, there was not only a human figure but it was in motion, in a gesture to control a terrifying being. The human being with angry and pleasant expression at the same time had perhaps achieved his goal. The crystal floor under our tired feet reflects our bodies covered by the special suits thanks to which we manage to survive in these extreme conditions, but these crystalline floors also reflect our smaller backpacks showing us that every day is more critical to all of us. We all come from the earth, from different parts of the world on that wonderful planet, now this planet is destroyed by the sun.
November 5, 2013
We have traveled in a ship prepared to preserve a small group of humans from that destruction and start from scratch on another planet. We have been traveling for a year now, we have been using our resources in the best way possible, however, our body mass has been reduced by thirty-five percent. We had begun to rationalize our food by trying to help us to resist until we found the right place to build our base. This planet is ours, it’s our last choice. The components of the settlement are nineteen people. There are a variety of ethnicities such as white, Asian, and African. There are unmarried people and young people who tried to survive in this isolated place after the catastrophe of the planet Earth.
Quote: “Sometimes reality is too complex. Stories give it form.” __ Jean Luc Godard