It's been a ritual for me to drop in on Mars after work every Friday. It's the highlight of the week - seeing friends and catching up with people I only know through Mars. The thought of losing them really makes me sad.
At some point, the place stole my heart...
I know that much of what I've written about Mars in the last six months has been glum. The slow death is agonizing and I almost want it to end quickly so I can move on.
After all, "If you spend your whole life waiting for the storm, you'll never enjoy the sunshine."
-- Morris West
Mars art show this Sunday
From Mars, with love
Easter at Mars
While we're on the subject of Mars
Is there life after Mars?