The Editor’s Letter
This issue contains tales about looking up, and out, and beyond what’s in front of our faces. Of course it makes perfect sense right now to ponder the universe and our tiny temporal position within it. Because when you consider infinite time and space, then this moment is nothing—a dot, an aberration—so hold tight and the good days will come again. And yet, now that I think of all my most significant worldly wonderings, those experiences when I could have felt most connected with the grander scheme of things, they have all been entirely the opposite—rooted in the absolute pedestrian, the foibles and minutiae of being a small and messy human. For example, the cover story takes place under the dark skies of Arizona, New Mexico, and Utah. When I took…