Littoral

i became a scholar of grief by accident. because if i hadn’t, the grief might have swallowed me whole. because if i hadn’t, whiteness would have come for it turned it into content stripped it of meaning sold it as proof of progress.

because if i hadn’t, my pain—my hurt—my refusal to be pitied would have disappeared into silence. would have been lost to the archive or worse, used to build it.

i became a scholar of grief to protect what cannot be replicated. to honour what we carry. And i will not let them take that too.