NuiWhakakore

... it stares at me, black and heavy, for hours, days, weeks already, I don't know, time seems to stand still around it, it radiates something gloomy, I suspect that if I touch it, it will swallow me up, pull me down into a dark void, just...

It's a sunny day. Just like any other day. Shawn knows that as he walks into his orange grove. There's no great art in predicting that in Southern California. The air is still pleasant this early in the morning. Not cool, exactly, but still...