11 on the planet formalhaut , tucked neatly into a hillside and smothered with amber blossom , the blue sun at its permanent zenith , one of a pair , and the yellow-green clouds spiralling languidly through the creamy firmament , austin pearce lay in his hammock composing songs and star charts , organizing the galaxy into units and segments , each a different size and shape to its neighbours , each unique in constitution , delineation , ethos .