In a small town somewhere there is someone driving a car late at night and on Second Street
The One O’clock Trains:
The Depot
A Certain Tea
Dark-filled
A Lonely Creature
A Small Quiet
Of a Snow in Mid-October
What became true in that moment was not clear
Waxing & Waning
Fall 2021, Issue 08
This One for the Boy Carrying the Boombox
Vantablack Or, There is a point at which darkness surpasses the limits of human perception. Objects past such a point become fuzzy in appearance around the edges and lose any topological structure as far as the eye is concerned. It is like trying to perceive the Void itself.