“I’m just gonna make this a thing. Just a cool… you could have it.” Dave murmured as he rummaged through the food cooler. The glory of the campfire’s ignition and the ensuing discussion had faded. His role in the camping trip for Billy ebbed back into his nervous system. He was high, but he had a purpose. He tore the cellophane off of the steaks. He hunted for the cooking tools. He turned his attentions to the camp-stove. “Fucking thing won’t start. It needs some kind of more... fuel.”
“Just like the sun.” Billy said. “The fire is just like the sun, here in the land of the sun. Whoa, think about it dude, I’m leaving the land of the sun.”
“The land of the sun?” Rich tried to anchor his scattering attention on Billy’s words. “Is this the land of the sun?”
“Well, when you die, where the fuck do you go? Wherever you’re going do you think the sun goes with you? Of course not. It stays here. So... this is the land of the fucking sun. It makes perfect sense, doesn't it?”
“Sure… no, well… shit, but the only way... Does the sun have a fucking soul?”
“You’re starting to feel it.” Billy’s gaze remained steady on the campfire. “It’s starting to happen.”
“Hell yeah.”
“Oh, the sun is setting. We gotta hike up to the cliff.”
“We gotta hike up there,” Rich echoed. There were so many things going on. There were so many things to be worried about but they came and went so fast. There were so many things to see and they too were happening so fast. There were so many things to say or not say. There were so many things happening; all new, old, different.
“We gotta go up there.” Billy commanded.
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