The other day I was walking downtown for a meeting, when I reached the end of the world.
I found myself drawn to the blankness, walking out on Perkins Pier and looking into the vast expanse of nothing.
In that moment, I felt hopelessly small. Helpless, even. I was a tiny, insignificant dot on an immense lake, on a massive continent, on a gigantic planet that barely registered an existence in the overwhelming enormity of space. I was forgotten, forsaken, and lost.
Actually, I was just really fucking cold. I made that other stuff up.
Interestingly, this is what that view normally looks like: