The シャトル landing on his 頭. Well-combed hairs offer endless runways, just 土地 on top of any one of them. At a slightly different scale, you can't 土地 on the hairtrees anymore, you can only steer into between the gaps, crashlanding, hoping you'll get out through the smashed windshield alive, and that the place you 土地 at isn't too near the egg-cache of some alert predator.     でも結局シャトルは着陸しなかった 私はまっすぐエデンの園へ飛んだ 祖父の日記にはメッセージが残されていた