Assateague Island might be a place to see stars unobstructed. My shortness of breath might take me there sooner than I expected. I'm alone, and the walls are closing in. Still, my lungs are stronger than yours. I breathe, and I see stars. Can't keep food down. Have to keep my voice down. You're buried underground, and Assateague is disappearing. Somewhere, there is an island, and someday, there will just be stars.