This morning, the perfectly circular Moon was setting in exactly the same spot where the Sun usually sets around May-August. The sky is hazy with smoke from burning California that already made it here, Moon disk plain, featureless, and it looked like an uncanny sunset from the time when some catastrophe already happened, we geoengineered our planet to death, or our Sun suddenly lost its luminosity. It was uncanny, like that double-moonrise in von Trier’s Melancholia
L and I watched the bluish Moon disappear behind the horizon, and he became aware of its movement for the first time in his life.