Skyline

upon a day, in Everytimeland, there was and was and was a meaning and voice whose lips and sighs evade the stars as time conveys the years. And on this silver day, there was a man who continues to believe that if any line is continued on to its furthest point it will and does connect with itself again (and again). "There are no lines", the man would say, "only sections of circles". This man's belief continues (and continues) to this silver day to have no bearing on anything that anyone thinks or does, and if it did: it wouldn't matter. Once...