Päivä on pulkassa saatana

“I am the last flower of autumn. I am the youngest seed of the dead spring, it’s so easy to die as the last; I have seen the lake so fabulous and blue, I have heard the beat of the dead summer’s heart, my chalice bears no other seed than death’s.”

“As night arrives I stand on the steps and listen, the stars are swarming in the garden and I stand in darkness. Did you hear, a star fell with a clang! Don’t walk barefoot in the grass; my garden is full of shards.”

“Give a rose blood and it really blossoms.”

When Laika, abandoned in space, barks the lights in the hovels come on, one by one. [...] Somewhere a lonely dog peers down at Earth. I am guarding this planet, she might be saying when she barks, but, you know, those radio stations, all those messages, the sky is full of them, full of the satellites’ clatter and hum.