I deliberately stepped in. I washed myself in chalky streams of which there were many. I slept beneath young and old birch trees, that were the only ones resistent enough to grow there.
I fed myself of berries, growing in the shrubbery surrounding swampy holes.
I found myself complete here, and content. I never encountered other human beings. I listened to seldom cries of even rarer birds of which I didn´t know the names.
I rarely stepped upon frightened hares on my journey through Saturn. I never met any bigger animals. The wind swooned through the reeds and leaves, bringing me instant peace with its harmless sound.
Once, I climbed down a waterfall, bringing me only deeper into Saturn, I had lost all of my orientation, but I had found myself in the most peaceful, most magical place. A round strip, bare of plants, just chalk, in the midst of green grass, lit by the evening sun. I was tired from my restless wandering. I laid down on the wet ground, falling asleep feeling protected.
I felt indifference to the world I had left, even though I was still somewhere in it. But the noise of it was drowned out here, the past could be made into blurry gray pictures.
I felt as if the walls of Saturn had become the walls of my very own castle, where no one and nothing would intrude. Oh, how dearly I loved Saturn in this moment. Saturn, where there was so much melancholia, that you didn´t even notice.
from The Saturn by R.M. Parkner
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