My Existential Limits to the Rectification of Past Wrongs, Or, So If You See Me Crying, It’s Just a Sign That I’m Still Alive

<p>An essay on posthumous caretaking.</p> <p>“<a href="https://www.canopycanopycanopy.com/issues/24/contents/my-existential-limits-to-the-rectification-of-past-wrongs" target="_blank" rel="noopener">My Existential Limits to the Rectification of Past Wrongs, Or, So If You See Me Crying, It’s Just a Sign That I’m Still Alive</a>” by Tiona Nekkia McClodden is part of <a href="https://www.canopycanopycanopy.com/issues#24" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Risk Pool</a>, the twenty-fourth issue of Triple Canopy, that asks: how are sickness and wellness defined, and by whom? What are the effects of these definitions, these acts of naming and describing?</p>