The sun sets at exactly 6:49 every day. Changes in season have no effect. And daylight savings has finally become obscure for a society that kept it for so long because of the lack of roots, of traditions, of history, and every human, every family, every social wants to feel the entitlement of belonging to something ancient and long-lasting.
But I suppose all that is obscure too.
Even the sunset is obscure.
From the windows, you can see forests and oceans and mountains rising up to the perfectly timed sky. You can see the stars, even in metropolitan areas. You couldn't do that before. At least that's what my grandmother told me.
I wonder if the sky looked the same millions of years ago?
But I'm restless. They're joining us. They're integrating. We don't have the same ideas. The same culture. The same...anything. What do we do?
Reject them. Barricade ourselves behind our philosophies and judge them. Keep judging until it's integrated into our history books, our truth, our DNA. Our children will carry this legacy!
We will hate and isolate until we are the only ones left.
And here, in our sphere, we can be safe, superior. Safe from harm, and no alarm. Safe from them.
The sun is gone. Systematic, but always beautiful, the way fire is beautiful. The forests, oceans, and mountains are no longer there. Just a dark backdrop and silver lights flickering, masquerading as stars.
I wonder if the sky looked the same millions of years ago.
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