The Great Day of His Wrath

67P/Churyumov-Gerasimenko / John Martin, The Great Day of His Wrath 1850.

Bittersweet

On the wall next to the bed – right about where a 5-year-old’s gaze would meet the plaster – a small section had been patiently worked away.

‘I told them, don’t be afraid, I am a Soviet like you, who has descended from space and I must find a telephone to call Moscow.’