#CometLanding
Friday evening, at 22.30, I wanted to go to bed. I failed. I couldn’t let go off what was happening to a small box named Philae, standing somewhat clumsily on a comet far away, trying to do...
Friday evening, at 22.30, I wanted to go to bed. I failed. I couldn’t let go off what was happening to a small box named Philae, standing somewhat clumsily on a comet far away, trying to do...