I wanted to read about a million porcupines crying in the dark because I suspected it would give me something I didn’t have, didn’t know, hadn’t heard.  I wanted to hear the stories. Maybe I crave narrative in all of the theory:

“If we stopped telling the stories and reading the books we would discover that neglect is as powerful an agent as war and fire.” Thomas King

Until recently I thought that indigenous knowledge meant First Nations exclusively. Does it? How long do I have to be in a place to become knowledgeable? Will I ever have indigenous knowledge? Is that a taboo thing to say?