Last week, I went to the planetarium’s senior night, a very nostalgic, senior-y thing. It felt vast, scary, and as the screen rotated toward Mars, I was transported back to that little-girl place.
A fact: Last week, just a day after the Boston bombings, astronomers discovered the two most Earth-like planets in the very-distant constellation Lyra.
A bright spot, in an otherwise dark week — a dark year, really.
This is my last column in this space, an inevitably weighty task, because writing this column has meant the world to me. But also because I think it’s important to end by acknowledging what a rough year this has been for the community.
Just three Thursdays ago, UNC junior Laura Rozo died after a long battle with cancer.
I didn’t know her well, but to say the least: Laura was a remarkable person.
She left a blunt, unwavering commitment to cut through the bullshit and get to things that matter. In essence: don’t do things because they are good ‘networking.’ Don’t play games. Do what you love, and do it now, rather than later.
Sometimes I wonder how it would be to grow up in the age of space exploration, a time that seemed tinged with a sort of astronomical optimism.
And this is not to romanticize the Cold War, but just to say: Our generation doesn’t look far. We find the future not in untapped galaxies, but in better data. This programs us to brand our identities so that they give us better friends and jobs, to adopt capitalist modes of understanding one another.