It was that fleeting hour of day when the moon and sun are high and bright at the same time. Like many things in my life, these summer nights wouldn't last much longer. I sat quietly on a railroad bridge staring at the two celestial bodies in the sky. The stars were twinkling and one decided to shoot across the clouds. I thought to myself, "Is this how people on other worlds think about their existence?" On my back I laid underneath what used to be a scenic lookout, but now a place of desolate proportions. On the backdrop of a rugged hillside, someone had boldly...