“Solipsis” was the initial buzzword, when they thought it was just the sun; it stuck even after they realized it was universal. Light, c, is slowing down. All of it. Everywhere.
Pudgy men in lab coats are sweating on TV, but Tandy doesn’t mind. She likes the long midnight sunsets. She likes the new irrelevancy of her clock. She likes how you can just barely see it now, the way flipping a light switch will warm a room from red to yellow to white; she likes how turning it off again will cool things so fast: green, blue, shift to black.