The Earth is so heavy to carry. Each of us has a weight on our back – the dead, with only two fingerstrips of land the living, with the weight of the sphere.

Atlas, with your unbearable load, we’re your children!

There are so many of us, and only one Earth, and yet – each of us surely has to take her weight. And there’s no rest. We sigh, even in the depths of our sleep.

In wartime the Earth is heavier still, bleeding into continents, dyeing the oceans red. We hear her groaning on our weary shoulders. Her terrible cries devour space.

But always we must carry her a little further to ensure that she makes it from today to tomorrow.