one time my sister had a panic attack while working the front desk of a brooklyn spa. one of the massage therapists took her into his room, had her lay down, and told her: breathe and think about the universe. think about the light years between stars, the endless expanding nothingness, how tiny we are. breathe and think about the universe, how there is space for everything. I’ve thought about that once a week for over a decade: think about the universe, how there is space for everything.