method

drift is how i move through the world without being mapped.

i follow what flickers, what won’t hold still. i stay with what resists capture.

i walk. i pause. i witness. i write.

the cities move through me. their afterlives press against my skin. blackness, queerness, diaspora, refusal— the ground i move from, the current that carries.

nothing here is neutral. nothing here is for taking.

this is drift as method: to stay in motion, to listen, to insist.

no route. no ending. only the practice of staying alive.