I looked up the the sky before our wonderful sun had set, and the heavens itself was lit up like wildfire, a giant vermilion blanket covering the horizon. Sometimes I just simply stare at the sky and wonder about all the mysteries of the universe, when it's light I think of the sun expanding and torching us all. When It's dark I think of the milky way and foreign vessels floating through deep space. Don't get me wrong, I'm not pessimistic and I'm not cynical. I just like to imagine. Every time I go outside for a cigarette I imagine waves crashing into cliff faces, stellar bombs going off like popcorn in a galactic microwave and the apocalyptic sun, shredding through our petty defenses. The defenses we ourselves have caused degeneration. Is our sun that wonderful? It is the center of our very existence. It warms us and brings us light. I know what I'm going to get for my first tattoo. A sun above my lungs, with a Ying-Yang symbol crested in the centre. To fortify the balance in my mind, and the icon representing birth, and extinction of the human race.