The ancient lighthouse at Loon has been, for many years, embroiled in a debate among the town elders. The controversy stems, it seems, from the red roofs that grace the lighthouse towers. The original towers, the elders claim, had no pitched roofs, as they remember them from their youth. They were slightly crumbled at the time, with a crown of robins’ nests singing along the peripheries of its pinnacle.
When they were young, the elders say, an outsider, a man whom they say went from town to town- a tinkerer who called himself a visionary, came here and told the people of Loon that they would be well off to add the red roofs, as all old lighthouses once had red roofs and it would be a shame to let this one languish without one.
The roofs were built upon the heed of a salesman, but have not fared well- turning pink over time and sometimes crumbling into the stairwells that had once been full and open to light. The new ruin must be restored to its old ruin, they say.
The city of Loon invites no more ships to its harbor as it does a future to its history. It is a city carefully preserving itself, searching for that exact point in time when it was Loon, fighting amongst the pasts so that they may be lived in the future.