Fragments
A space for writing that stays with questions rather than trying to resolve them. I keep returning, at my own pace, to Black queer survival, abolitionist care, and world-making in common.
Recent Posts
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Controlled Edges
Most of the water I return to has some kind of edge built around it. The fenced-off harbour path. The Grand Quai. Ponds engineered to look wild. Canals with their concrete banks doing the work water used to do on its own. The VM/S Hercules sits across from Habitat 67 and doesn’t move. It has…
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The Pull
Punamu’kwati’jk, five o’clock, watching the fog clear off Kjipuktuk’s skyline across the water. Cranes over the harbour, more of them than I remember, and I lose count past fifteen. I’m on a half log, cut flat like a bench, right against the rocks, right against the ocean. The fog had gotten on the ferry with…
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Circuit
July 24th. Mid-afternoon, mostly cloudy. I move from the harbour up to Barrington. I hang a right on Spring Garden and keep walking until I reach Dal. Back down University Avenue instead this time before returning to the water again. I didn’t decide to do any of that. I was halfway through before I clocked…
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Every Ten Years
July 8. Sunny. I pass under the Chinatown gate a little after seven, heading down Saint-Laurent toward the water. This is one of a few routes I take most mornings, meandering through the Quartier des Spectacles some days, down along René-Lévesque others, but they tend to end the same way, at the river. I couldn’t…
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Trophies
Eight-thirty and I’ve been awake since six. The body has been doing this since I sent the dissertation in: waking itself before I decide to wake, some obscure bodily alarm I didn’t set going off in the dark. I ended up at a coffee shop I’d never tried before–less by choice and moreso because all…
Vincent Mousseau
I’m Vincent, a doctoral researcher and writer based in Tiohtià:ke. My work looks at how Black queer and trans communities build care outside institutions.