Up until now, I was never anything but a worker and a student. When I looked up at a dark arctic night sky, I thought I could be something else. I didn’t want a job, a salary, a home. I didn’t want to be a bolt in the consumer-capitalist machine. Or a boring Ph.D. student. When I looked at the stars, I could see my path. I wanted to be a comet hurtling through the sky, governed by no one’s laws
