Arson Cafe: 2018 sum up

Saturday, December 01, 2018

2018 sum up

December has arrived, and with it the summary of the year that is about to die has begun to take form here in the offices of Arson Café. It will probably be a devoted 4-5 posts on it this time, about the same as the last five years or so (look to your right at AOTY). It is indeed the most wonderful time of the year.

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Reckoning

From all the hills came screams. A piece of sky beside the crescent sun was detaching. It was a loosened circle of evening sky, suddenly lighted from the back. It was an abrupt black body out of nowhere; it was a flat disk; it was almost over the sun. That is when there were screams. At once this disk of sky slid over the sun like a lid. The sky snapped over the sun like a lens cover. The hatch in the brain slammed. Abruptly it was dark night, on the land and in the sky. In the night sky was a tiny ring of light. The hole where the sun belongs is very small. A thin ring of light marked its place. There was no sound. The eyes dried, the arteries drained, the lungs hushed. There was no world. We were the world’s dead people rotating and orbiting around and around, embedded in the planet’s crust, while the earth rolled down. Our minds were light-years distant, forgetful of almost everything.