A personal essay about black holes, Earth-sized telescopes, transcendentalism, career growth, and the quest to see the unseeable. Originally written in April 2021.
A teal arrow sits in the center of a shaded circle, indicating direction. The circle is a spotlight, meant to call my attention to my place, show me where I fit in this grand scheme of things. It expands as I zoom out, shifting perspective from local to regional. If I zoom out as far as I’m capable, my circle becomes gargantuan, swallowing Boston, making me feel both mighty and weak. If I twist my phone, the arrow shifts along with it, pointing in whatever direction is my will.