axonsandsynapses:I arrived at the parking lot to find Carlos, perched on the trunk of his car, in fl
axonsandsynapses:I arrived at the parking lot to find Carlos, perched on the trunk of his car, in flannel and jeans, his perfect hair mussed, his perfect teeth hidden.“What is it?” I said, “Wh-what danger are we in? What mystery needs to be explored?“He shook his head. “Nothing,” he said, “after everything that happened… I just wanted to see you.“My heart leapt. My heart soared. My heart metaphorically performed a number of aerial activities and, literally, it began to beat hard. “Oh?” I said, my voice more tremble than word.Carlos looked at the setting sun. “I used to think it was setting at the wrong time,“ he said, “but then I realized that time doesn’t work in Night Vale, and that none of the clocks are real. Sometimes things seem so strange or malevolent, and then you find that underneath, it was something else altogether, something pure, and innocent.”“I know what you mean,” I replied.Somewhere, the tiny people of the city below have arrived in Night Vale, and are beginning their war against us, having already showed themselves capable of murder.Somewhere, a man in a tan jacket is whispering into the ears of our mayor, and we do not know what agenda they pursue.Somewhere, the body of the “Apache Tracker" lies cold and still, never to speak of “ancient indian magics" again.This all happens somewhere else.But here, Carlos and I sat on the trunk of that car, his car, looking together up at the lights in the sky above Arby’s. They were beautiful in the hushed twilight, shimmering in the night’s sky already coming alive with bits of the universe.One year later. One year since he arrived, he put his hand on my knee, and said nothing, and I knew what he meant. I felt the same. I leaned my head on his shoulder.We understand the lights. We understand the lights above the Arby’s. We understand so much, but the sky behind those lights, mostly void, partially stars, that sky reminds us we don’t understand even more.Goodnight, Night Vale, goodnight. Welcome to Night Vale ep. 25: One Year Later -- source link