Not a cloud in the sky, full moon directly overhead. It’s too bright in the city to see the stars, so this illusion will have to do. They blink too much, like they were anxiously aware of their own falseness, as if any minute someone was going to find them out. I would tell them, please keep twinkling: it’s better than the dark.

Nights like this, with all the things I’ve deliberately refused to accept, at times I can no longer tell if I want too much or simply embrace too little.