"there was a star riding through the clouds one night, and i said to the star 'consume me.'" -virginia woolf
christine and i stood outside with cigarettes in hand, blowing our smoke up at the stars. black waves lashed the shoreline, an ominous sound we could hardly see the source of---comforting and terrifying at the same time. we made jokes about the shape of the warrior in the sky, and shrieked at the sight of shooting stars---the confetti of the universe. we stood still in that perfect december air and felt altogether minuscule. all our worries, consumed in galactic perspective.