Afterlight

I can speak. I've got the dialect. I've been in the army, got a job. My sons play football on their school teams. I believe I've met your criteria. I've integrated. But now you tell me I'm not indigenous, a native I could never be. You're so full of bile and shit. And you wonder why I don't want to live in your hypocritical neighborhoods where you stare at me and my kind, make me yearn for the days of mere discomfort.

At the meeting point of land and sea, a new kind of agriculture is taking root. Saltwater farming —or seawater agriculture—redefines how we think about food production. Instead of fighting salt, it embraces it, using ocean water to grow salt-tolerant crops and even raise seafood. By harnessing seawater and its mineral nutrients, farmers can cultivate plants capable of surviving in high-salinity conditions. Some systems reuse desalination by-products, while others are mobile,

Beneath the surface, the sea forgets its color. What was once a living mosaic of coral and light now turns pale, as if the ocean itself were holding its breath. Coral bleaching  is more than a change of hue; it is the quiet unraveling of life, a symptom of a planet under strain. When waters warm, corals release the tiny algae that feed and color them — a partnership broken by heat. Without these symbionts, the coral’s skin becomes translucent, ghostlike. They do not die immed