i see the stars sometimes, just a pinprick of light in the vast dark, and it makes me think about what we consider distant. every once in a while, i wonder if our sense of scale is just too small. we build our maps, our ideas of what’s reachable, and it all feels so contained. but how does it make sense that our kind of life is the only kind of life in the universe. the universe holds so many uncounted worlds, so many forms of living that we might not even register. maybe what we consider empty isn't empty at all, just beyond our focus, integrated and living amongst us, just wearing a different face…