Dark Matter

by Blake Crouch

There’s an energy to these autumn nights that touches something primal inside of me. Something from long ago.

It’s the beautiful thing about youth. There’s a weightlessness that permeates everything because no damning choices have been made, no paths committed to, and the road forking out ahead is pure, unlimited potential. I love my life, but I haven’t felt that lightness of being in ages. Autumn nights like this are as close as I get.