Attention determines what survives. It shapes memory, deepens grief, carries ancestors forward, and builds the worlds we inhabit. Where we place our attention may be one of the most consequential choices we make within this era of collapse.

When COVID confined me to a room for eleven days, I expected illness. I did not expect an ancestor to tell me to move home. This essay explores ancestry, memory, ecology, and the strange moment when a voice I could not explain changed the course of my life.