KARIBU
WILL BIRTLES
“A man sits on a bench considering his woeful burden. He looks up at the stars and compares the distance from here to his house and here to the furthest visible star Deneb. Suddenly his problems seem pitifully faint and untroubling. He laughs and relaxes in his seat, staring at the ducks. Look again at that dot. That’s here, that’s home, that’s us — on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.”