So this is a Callous remark of how I've shrugged at the night sky figuring the lights are already out. I must've known the person that had paced towards me because they marched towards me with a stomp for each heel. She pulls me around by the shoulder and exclaims in distress, "Why are you so calm?" To which I responded, "It's just the end, at least we're here for the last one." He pats his dog's head, he seems so very calm right now. I take a swig of my wine and walk to the backyard and gaze out at the most magnificent thing I had ever bewildered come true. Soon there'll be no light. The girl had already whimpered off crying. "Wonder what's happening on the other side of the planet?" Throwing his glass at his house he'd spent so much time and effort to procure only to have the other end of the barrel shoved down my throat weeks after. My gut wrenches "Will this side of the planet rush the cold over to their dusk?" Wondering out loud. He cleaves his stomach and falls onto the ground. "Oh, so I might not get to see the apocalypse, bastard." Viewing the constellations no longer foretelling our fate from birth to gullible youth and then shattered illusions like this delusion that they meant anything at all. The dog trying to bustle him to get up but he knows it's the end. He's only waiting for his constellation to have vanished... It never happens and I'm left wondering what did he put in my wine? It's the only one of the night.