‘Romantic? Depressing? A glitch in the simulation we understand as life? ‘The Place of Interminable Sunset’ is said to be all three and more which leads to a sometimes-tense intersection of Wayside tourists. The romantics want privacy, of course, and the depressed claim they want the same but need more attention than the others. The nihilists, admittedly rare, are a menace to both, sometimes depressing the romantics and sometimes romancing the depressives. ‘The Interminable Sunset,’ like an eclipse, brings out the worst in all of them- exaggerates their tics and syncs them into the beat of a massive, oppressing heart.
They are largely too distracted to notice.
‘The Interminable Sunset’ is explained as a phenomenon of light, which doesn’t really explain it at all. The result, however, is that within a half-acre of land in eastern Tennessee, one can always see the sun setting. Sometimes this lines up roughly with the proper horizon. Sometimes the horizon appears elevated, the sun slipping like a sliver into the skin of the atmosphere.
It’s difficult to watch, all the terminal whimsy and nostalgia of day’s end stretched long. Humans are always striving for the finish of things.
But some things outlive them.’
-an excerpt, Autumn by the Wayside
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