“Sometimes I like driving east when the sun is setting in the west. That way I can see all the signs as they’re lit up in flames along the road, their words unreadable, all the buildings glowing in the evening sun. The sky is neither blue nor black; rather, it’s a mix of in-between purples and pinks and oranges, and for just a few minutes the world shines like a bright star before it’s plunged into darkness.”