Do you remember clouds?
We used to see them. Lots. Everyday. Before the sky was this mass of flat grey-white. A big blank canvas hanging over us.
The clouds. They used to hang in the sky. They were grey and white and silver. Sometimes purply-black.
You could see them against the sky. You could see their shape and their depth and their shadows. They weren’t flat like this.
Back then, they hung against a backdrop of blue. Sometimes grey. Sometimes black. Sometimes pink and yellow and gold when the sun rose and set.
Yes, I saw the sun. Sometimes even looked right at it, even though I wasn’t meant to.
I miss clouds.
I miss sunrises.
I miss stars.
Stars were- oh, never mind.
Sometimes, I dream about stars.
Now, the universe ends where the buildings do. As if someone has forgotten to paint in the sky.