I light my cigarette again, hands shaking. I saw it, a dark cloud that swallowed up what was left of the moon and became a looming blackness. The dark asshole of space. The Green Goddess smiles. Music swells and the screen fades to black.
Harpies bring their laundry to slaughter.
My cigarette is burning, my heart, the wind blows cold outside the room. The Green Goddess shivers and pulls her Persian lamb coat over her shoulders. Dynamic instabilities lead to white dwarf slow collapse, nuclear reactions, stars go out, white, red, black, vanishing from view . . . .