We sat down at the table, across from one another as we have now dozens of time, and the restaurant near the edge of the universe.
“Did you see the picture of the black hole?”
My head instinctively leaned to one side. I hadn’t looked at any media in days. But the way she asked, as if it was in our neighborhood, the photos of this natural atrocity of beauty. Like the homeless the woman who passed in the encampment.
Like, did a black hole pop up nearby, I wondered. Because the universe always wins.