Toward Darkness

The world is flat. I can prove this by looking out of the little round triple paned plane window that sits just left of my shoulder. I watch the darkness gather before us as we hurl 590 mph toward the east, toward night and the lights coming on in towns and cities far below. The world ends just at the edge of that blackness.

I don’t care what scientists or satellites may say, the world is flat.


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