Meet me at midnight, $1000
Meet me at midnight.
Come out to the field by the train line. We can lay in the grass, and I promise you there’ll be a hint of tomorrow where the sky touches the woods. You can tell me all about the world, and everything that’s broken, and all the things you’d fix, and I’ll interrupt you to point out planes and satellites, and I’ll pretend I know the constellations. I’ll tell you that the stars are sailing across the sky — it’s true… kinda — as fast as light, but slow enough that we can’t really tell. We can count them, if you like, and we can give them names that no one else will know.