
Despite the spotlights, the stars still shone beacon-bright across the night sky, in this isolated space with no traffic or streetlights. Just people, and music, and nature. He had read somewhere that looking at stars was like looking into the past because of how long it took for their light to reach the earth, and he wondered what they could see in his future. He imagined them blinking out, one by one, the news of their deaths keeping the secret of his fate safe inside their winking eyes.
-The Life and Crimes of Jimmy Gold, Human





