stood there teaching, not to perform, but to remember. to speak of what refuses extraction. to name what pulses under erasure. black keffiyeh against the chest, kiki futures on the screen. the room knew. not everything had to be said. some things shimmered between us.
#kjipuktuk #drift #blackness #queerness #refusals #fragments #holdings
not a burden. not a task. just the feel of small arms around your shoulders and the weight of someone who trusts you without question.
we walked like this for a while. no rush. no reason to explain it.
sometimes care is this simple— a body held steady, a sidewalk warming in the sun, and the quiet joy of being leaned on without breaking.
drift traces movement through cities, memory, and the everyday negotiations of black queer life.
it’s a record of what shimmers at the edges—grief and care, disappearance and return, what cannot be archived but still insists on being felt.
born in #tiohtiàke and #kjipuktuk, carried through #glasgow, #lisboa and elsewhere, this work moves with me wherever i go. it follows drift not as research, but as a way of living: to wander, to listen, to stay with what resists closure.
what appears here are fragments, field notes, and moments of stillness. each post is a trace of encounter—something noticed, carried, or left behind.
you are welcome to move through this space. pause when you need to. read with care. nothing here is for extraction.
there are no updates, no announcements, no arguments. only rhythm.
only movement.
