...is playing. Singers from the steppes, nomads and tibetan instruments i don't know how to pronounce. There is a flute, beautiful. Billy is asleep in his dog bed next to the couch where I am sitting. Whiskey is next to the speakers, in the other room, and is also asleep. 

I have submitted The new planet (La planete Yland in French) to an anarchist press (AK, originally from Scotland but now mostly in california). They have a science fiction series they print, Black Dawn it is called. See it HERE.