I wish that when I'm ready to go I would be circulating the Earth in a spacesuit, slowly running out of oxygen. The last thing I would see would be my home, the Earth. And the last thought would be this...
I would understand that some day my dead body will hit the Earth's atmosphere. And on the night sky there will be a shooting star called Remains of Hantulio. And a young couple would see it and make a wish and a promise of eternal love.
These thoughts make me feel warm during the cold and dark North Finland winter.
Hantulio <3
wow so passionate a speach hantulio
With love
harj
Abstract artist : ) xox