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Everything around seems lifeless and dull, like on an abandoned planet. People are wrapped up from head to toe, faces cannot be distinguished, their gait is somehow unnatural, everyone tries to turn their backs to the wind, shrink into a ball and often jump up and down. You can be horrified by one thought - to live here for years! It seems that people do not live here, but survive after some kind of catastrophe, when this planet was subjected to glaciation, having lost all its former beauty, and now only random spaceships occasionally fly by.

- You can, sir. This is the third planet from the Sun.

- We will keep the most fun bits for life.

- No ... but isn't it great that there is a planet called Pupop?

They lay in furious silence, and all around them planets were burning and exploding.

He threw a stone into the river.

- Or we step on daisies when we walk on them to return to the sands.

Unfortunately, decades later, I had to admit that I was wrong: there was nowhere to run. All these were links of the same chain, differing only in size: our quarter - our city - Italy - Europe - our planet. Now I understand that it was not our neighborhood or Naples that was sick, but the entire globe, the entire Universe, all the universes, no matter how many there are in the world. And nothing can be done here, except perhaps to bury your head deeper in the sand.

- No, this planet is protected.

- I made a mistake. Based on the message, I identified the planet.
- Oh, class, go ahead. Come on, tell us what kind of planet it is.
- I'm processing the official name. Gallifrey.
- What did you say?
- Gallifrey.
- What are you talking about? What do you mean?
- I confirm. The planet is defined. Gallifrey.
- Do you see that? Gallifrey is my home and I will recognize it when I see it. It's not Gallifrey.

This empty red planet is beautiful, isn't it? Letting you die here is an expression of the deep, sincere compassion I have for you.

Only a handful of people mean anything. The rest are just husks.

In Atmospheric Nirvana Forever
Someone writes scientific books,
And keeps in the soul
Pain of doubt,
Observes time shifts,
The snow of truth awaits awakening.
It's our necessity -
Drown out the sound of war music,
I'm repainting the troubles.
To fly to Mars by spacetope,
And count the stars in pursuit,
Where poets rave about the Moon
Creating your own songs about her...
We walk along a sharp edge,
That dream that life adorns,
We dream, but we are realists,
Life lies do not frighten us.
May the planet be filled with peace,
People will become kinder and wiser,
Minstrels, creators - poets
Sound will make the world brighter
30.05.2021

Loneliness, as such, is not on the globe, because there is always someone present. The same albatrosses, whales, dolphins, ocean water. Our planet is alive.