1 I carefully sat down on the plastic tarp covering the flat rock and sighed. Since my transfer to Flake Station, I’d visited this spot whenever I’d gone aboveground alone. It was at the bottom of a steep slope inside a small crater, hidden from others and well-guarded against flying objects. Instinctively, I put my … Continue reading Flowers on My Face by Geo-il Bok, translated by Elisa Sinn and Justin Howe