Dmitry Glukhovsky. Metro 2034 (№ 305013)

The memory of the departed persists, thought Homer. Our world is woven from the deeds and thoughts of other people, just as each of us is composed of countless pieces of mosaic, inherited from thousands of ancestors. They left a trail, left for posterity a piece of the soul. You just need to look. And a ship made of paper, out of thoughts and memories, can float on the ocean of time endlessly, until he will choose someone else not make out and not realize that the man never changed, even after the death of the world remained true to himself. And that heavenly fire that was once incorporated into it, struggled in the wind, but not extinguished.