The snow had highlighted a negative space that would not otherwise have been seen. She knew this the moment she saw it, but not why. Still, there it stood in front of her, something she couldn’t quite un-see: a little door in the back of her house, where it had never been before. She stooped down in her slippers and put her morning coffee on the ground. The hot cup melted a ring in the snow around it. After brushing off some of the frost, she could see that the door couldn’t
The watering hole—with its dusty plastic counters—was at the end of the known universe. He had traveled to every imaginable star just to come here to see where it all began and it all ended. Somehow, the Spaceman expected more. The walls were a harsh white, and the rest of the bar was comprised of large opaque panels. It felt less like being inside a bar and more like being inside a giant vending machine. Besides himself, he shared the room with no one save the Donizetti play
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