“the speed at which galaxies are retiring” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Monday October 28, 2019
A Short History of Nearly Everything
Bill Bryson

We took the shortcut to the lake. Stopped for fries and then to pee in the bushes. The lake wasn’t frozen yet, but it had turned, and was icy when I put my finger in. You made a fire and we sat in silence for a long time. Reverie. Grief. Wonder. A shooting star.

The shortcut didn’t used to be a shortcut. It used to be the scenic route – winding country roads with fruit stands that sold the best peaches. Then the subdivisions were built, the Walmart moved in, and the Starbucks, the Best Buy. Looking out the window, we could be anywhere.