I Watch the Sky. No One Watches Me.
There’s a giant asteroid out there—maybe more. I know its name, its orbit, its odds. I know the numbers by heart because I’ve run the simulations until my eyes burned. But I don’t know why I still care, not really. I watch the data crawl in at 2 a.m., alone in the glow of a monitor, like it’s going to tell me something about myself.
Every time a new alert pings, I think: maybe this is the one that matters. Maybe this is the work that matters. But the truth is, the world keeps spinning, and the only thing that feels at risk is me—my sleep, my sanity, my sense that any of this will ever be enough.
They say we’re defending the planet. Most days, I’m just defending my reason for staying.
#Science #ScienceFatigue #SpaceAnxiety
