We’re spaceward bound tomorrow But there’s no grief or sorrow Alone in the sky. The moon’s riding high. You ripe ears of barley, goodbye.
Victor Pelevin, trans. Andrew Bromfield, Omon Ra [Amazon, Bookshop, Publisher, Local Library]
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Glancing up at the sky, he nods goodbye to a silver sliver of moonlight and steps into the alleyway.
Henry Abner, RIDE (Tales from the Goddamned Lonely Universe Book 1)
