The thing about horizons is that they are always subjective. Opening your front door will always give way to your immediate horizon, the squeal of playing children and the clamour or alternatively the silence of life in your neighbourhood- most intriguingly the curve of the sky meeting the earth. For the astronaut finding home inside a space station, horizons don’t signify the ending but rather the expansion of things. A thought put by astrophysicist Neil deGrasse Tyson, namely that the expansion of the universe means each of us through the ages have been ‘dealt’ a new cosmos or that each of our subjective co-ordinates in relation to the edge of the universe has evolved over the epochs, means that we have all in essence witnessed different skies, different horizons. As explored by Maria Popova, ‘eating the sun’ was the pastime of blind French resistance fighter Jacques Lusseyran who lived an extraordinary life of light despite the darkness of his physiological reality. I suppose in light of this, sunsets do not have to be- as they …