This image connects to Excerpt #3 through its reflection on how stories shape the way Black identity is understood. The passage speaks about the danger of the “single story,” and how entire lives and histories become flattened when they are told through only one narrative. In my photograph, the glowing circle resembles the helm of a ship. For me, that immediately calls to mind the ships that crossed the Atlantic carrying enslaved Africans, vessels where direction and power were held in the hands of others. My hand sits beneath that helm as both a witness to that history and a gesture toward reclaiming authorship over direction. The image is intentionally black and white, which also reflects my own identity as someone who is both Black and white. I exist between histories that are deeply entangled with one another. Because of that, the photograph becomes a space where I confront the weight of those narratives while also questioning who gets to steer the story forward. Rather than allowing history to remain a fixed direction set long ago, the hand beneath the helm suggests a moment where control, memory, and agency can be renegotiated. I hope viewers encounter the image and think about how history continues to guide the movement of Black bodies through the world. At the same time, I hope they see the possibility that the direction is not permanent. The body can remember, confront, and ultimately take hold of the mechanisms that once determined its course.