This year has been wilder than most.

Uncertain in ways that feel both global and deeply personal. Marked by loss—of people, of safety, of illusions we may have once held about progress, protection, or care. It’s been a year shaped by ongoing genocide, by systems that hoard wealth while communities are left to ration breath, shelter and grief. A year where the gap between what could sustain collective life and what is actually shared feels almost unbearable to witness.