text: Dated diner on the side of an old desert highway no one inside but you the waitress the cook and the receptionist, the air smells of cigarettes and black coffee, the booths are crinkly red leather, the only sounds are the muffled music wafting from the worn jukebox, and the occasional clink from dishes being washed in the kitchen sink, you order a plate of steak and eggs with a side of bacon and hash browns, the waitress Un-enthusiastically takes your order and delivers it to the cook who stops washing dishes and begins preparing your meal, you look outside and it’s pitch black besides the cool glow of the moon and the Milky Way radiating from the cloudless sky, you begin to think about the history of the diner and it’s occupants, now of course your wondering begins with you, and your journey towards wherever your going perhaps your destination isn’t set, your mind trails and thinks of the waitress, a bit cold or disinterested of course she was once a youth maybe like you or perhaps not like you, did she have dreams goals things that she now understands will never be accomplished, what of the cook or the receptionist, is this where any of them wanted there story to come to, or maybe this is just a footnote in their story and eventually they will accomplish those goals and dreams, a thought enters your brain almost as if emitted by the stars above themselves, “what’s the point of all this” and the stars would be correct in asking you this question I mean what have they done with their multi billion year existence but provide energy in the form of light to celestial bodies which surround them, of course if you were to have the answer to that question you likely wouldn’t be in the diner or wondering it in the first place, your meal arrives, and you thank the waitress and ask for another cup of coffee, and begin to eat, noticing that the eggs are a it rubbery and the steak a bit tough, the waitress returns with the coffee handing you a full pot instead of one cup, your thought now shifts, reflecting on the very unique turn of events in human history that you would be sitting in a diner in a country called the United States of America in the year two thousand and twenty, of course two thousand and twenty referring to the number of years after the birth of a Jewish boy to a carpenter, who was executed by crucifixion by a man named pontius pilate a governor of the Roman Empire that started in Italy, you realize that there is no making sense of that either because if you understood exactly why everything in human history led up to this moment again you probably wouldn’t be in the diner and definitely wouldn’t be thinking about it. You finish your meal and motion the waitress over, she hands you a receipt and sends you to the receptionist, you pay for your meal and exit the diner, you make your way to your car and onto a lonely desert highway and drive off quietly into the night.