Where the Town Ends and the Sky Begins
The past could always be annihilated.
Regret, denial, or forgetfulness could do that.
But the future was inevitable.
- Oscar Wilde
Late last night/ early this morning I awoke to the light of the Christmas lights glowing. They were illuminating the small stretch of world that spans about ten feet or so, a stretch being born up from where the dusty wires d…