Look up on a clear night. The One who hung all that knows your name.

Scale does two things at once. Standing under a sky like that makes you very small, which is the part everyone expects, and then the second half refuses the obvious conclusion. Being tiny inside something enormous is not the same as being anonymous in it. Both facts are being held together here on purpose.

Get somewhere dark this week and spend five minutes looking up with no phone in your hand. Let your problems shrink to their actual size, which is a relief rather than an insult. Then go back down knowing that shrinking your troubles did not shrink you.