Now when I went out through the tear in the fence it was always too bright, no matter how far I walked toward the distance, like a spider creeping desperately across the fluorescent linoleum floor. Rattle of blades and a bald eye revolving somewhere overhead …

Already I knew, it was all starting to come down.

Again. It’s … again.

Sometimes I longed for darkness of eternal night, and not this wasted pallor of the desert.