The feud began with a bang, sparking a war without end. The opposing armies spare no heavenly body, down to the smallest particle, as they march across all of existence. The onslaught from both sides is unrelenting and evenly matched. Momentary victory followed by inevitable defeat. Advance and retreat. Advance and retreat. The cycle repeats.
Twilight. The contested boundary between day and night. I sink into the sofa. The old cushions fold me in a way that agrees with my back. I sip my beer and watch as the light struggles to maintain its foothold on the apartment. The shadows crawl from their trenches. To the victor go the spoils.