In myself Ive always been very restless and, from when I was very small, interested in where I wasnt, what was over the horizon, what was round the next corner.
Entropy is the opposite of that, it's the outward movement towards that slow death that's always just over the horizon; a purgatory of empty eyes and hollow beauty, of faded originals and crystal clear forgeries.
And now everything was cool and dark: The sun was barely visible over the horizon as he glided alongside Snape, up through the grounds toward the lake.
I was at a tracking station in Bermuda, and the tracking from the Cape was beginning to get very marginal as the vehicle sunk down, going over the horizon.