Mirage of Optimism Oh how rough my arrival was. Took me days to set up, thanks to Miss Strahlung and Mister Hagelschauer. My ship won't be needing those engines.. I won't need my ship. Pumps have to work. I need time. I wonder where everyone is? Standing on the side of the tunnel I am in awe. It's dark and freezing, the air is cold and clean. Stranded I feel tranquil, induced by pacelessness. Now the thrill ceases. I've waited here for hours. I just want to go home. I bring my head down, shut my eyes and fall into suspended sleep. Joy in crisis is a scam of optimism.