We still have the sky. We can still look up.
Do you think that’s the real sky – honestly? Such naivete! Do you think those are real stars? Do you think those are real clouds? Is it even night? Is it even dark? Is it even snowing? Is it even winter?
Isn’t it eternal winter. Like in The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe? Hasn’t it always been winter? Haven’t we always been walking across the campus?
It’s eternal. We’ve been walking forever. We’ve been doing this forever. It doesn’t change. This is our eternal present. We don’t remember the past. We don’t reach into a future. We will always have been doing this. We will always and forever have been lost.
Work in Progress 