Chapitre 49: >>>Day47 325,941KM from point of origin

I like to sit in the airlock. It is in the middle of a hall so I could lock the hall down if there was a leak. The two thin walls between me and the vacuum. It is my park, my church. Since there's nowhere else that I could make a living room. I decided to turn one corner into a memoriam full of photographs. on another corner, a red porcelain doll. I'd add a pot plant but the daily depressurization would kill it in a heart beat. The rest of the room is bland and nondescript, like hospital food.