The Last Cypress Swamp

On a shrinking stretch of drowned forest, a small team is keeping a vanishing landscape on the record.

It began, as these things tend to, with a question nobody in charge wanted asked aloud - and then asked everywhere at once.

Counting what is left

The people closest to it described a slower story than the headlines allowed: not a rupture but an accumulation, the kind that only looks sudden from a distance.

You cannot manage what you refuse to measure - and we have refused for a long time.

What happens next depends less on any decision than on whether enough people decide it is theirs to make. That, in the end, is the only deadline that matters.