Letter from the Editor

 I was reading Ways of Being by the philosopher, scientist, and writer James Bridle on a plane ride home for the first time in too long. I felt the weight of my body pressed in the seat pushed high above the towns below and finally had the space to think. Between sub-internships, research projects, meetings, and marathon training, it can feel like every pocket of time is gobbled right up. These two quiet hours of darkness in the sky were suddenly brought to a luxury of new heights.