The Night I Saw The Meteor
In this series of illustrations, I reflect on a meteor I once saw in Edinburgh. It became a way of thinking about the unknown as it moves through new places and times. The meteor should have been an extraordinary natural spectacle, yet what I felt most was fear—it looked like a missile falling from the sky, and I didn’t know what was happening outside my room. That moment became a metaphor for navigating unfamiliar spaces away from home, where memory, background, and uncertainty converge, and where moving through feels more real than being rooted in one place.