The crescent moon in the sky was voluminously bright this night, with only two radiant stars illuminating the sky. All the rest were hidden either because the night was still in its infancy, or the smog from the hydroelectric plant was covering the heavens to resemble a transparent dark blue quilt above my head.
The two lights and the horned moon were curiously close together, forming sort of an invisible trifecta. This threesome of light had a certain magnetic quality about it. It made you stare, as if doing so would let you forget your nuances and small irrelevancies that stuck to you like a leech. Those issues briefly escaped your head when staring into the invisible geometric triangle. Vertices of light. Matrimony of three bright lights.
I was distracted enough to plop my foot into a puddle of gasoline near a street gutter. I looked down at my fur boots. They were submerged in the raimbow-ish liquid. I shook off the small tantrum that was trying to get its way from my cranium to my vocal cords. I merely uttered “Fuck”, and went across the dirty street. About midway I passed a New York Times front page lying flat on the ground. My eyes caught another devastating headline about the troubles in India. I felt deflated all of a sudden. Guilt materializing in my chest for having such a Splendid Llife. At least compared to those people. But I am human, and the feeling passed as quick as it snuck up on me. Once I got to the other side, stepping heavily on the curb with my boot to support my frame and secure my position, I looked up again.
It was still there, the three-light window, letting you see past the Earth, and into another world of cold, desolate, but ultimately peaceful serenity. It was mesmerizing, like a kaleidoscope that’s very, very large, and very, very far away. It sucks you in with its visuals… A tunnel of No Remorse. It made me want to get transported into the center of that triangle, to escape my wonderful existence, my wonderful life.
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