Cecil Baldwin

The whole city is dark and quiet, except for the glow of screens behind closed curtains and the sound of my voice bouncing around the atmosphere with no one to hear it.

I'm a tree in the forest, falling.

A man in a radio booth, droning.

A person doing something for his own satisfaction, even in a vacuum, even when there's no one to witness it.

I guess that has to be enough.

Sometimes.

Stay tuned for the end credits of Antler Cove.

Me?

I'm going to go have a look at the night sky.

With the streets so dark and empty, the stars are really popping off, y'all.

Oh, oh, I just got a text from Carlos.

He says, oh, he says, great show tonight, honey.

Sorry, I couldn't call earlier.

I was wearing my science gloves and doing beaker stuff.

If you want any company while stargazing, I just got a new high-powered infrared telescope and we can check out the sulfuric acid clouds on Venus.

Or the burning satellite constellation.

Oh, or the hobgoblin of the Milky Way.

If you want.

Hmm.

That sounds just perfect, sweetie.