Workin' Progress: It's Quiet Here

Mick emerged from the crossing under black night and stars and immediately turned away from the light and the noise.  He was looking for a point, a bluff he'd never really noticed even in daylight.  It wasn't too far, he knew.  Close, but apart, Hannah had told him.  What the fuck did that mean?  Close, but apart.  Jesus.  He'd left her napping in his midday and come here to another night. This whole unsynchronized day thing was a fucking nightmare.  Real ghetto shit.  A million years of post-technological evolution and they couldn't make the days and nights line up right.  Fuckers.  Crossing wasn't good, either.  Bridge.  Bridge would be better.  Nobody cared.  The sky was so clear, though.  Look at those stars.  There was so much beauty.  It was all quiet and dead, but it was beautiful.