Usage du temps

The aging transport ship floats motionless as the Newtonian surface of what they still sometimes call outer space dissolves around it. The smallest of shudders passes through the hull & into the sleeping bodies of the convicts, the constellations change in the monitor at the far end of the almost-deserted lounge where the chief engineer, himself a convict, is reading in an almost inaudible whisper from Jean Follain’s Transparence of the World.