“The nature of history when nature is part of what makes it is cacophony: not harmonious but revealing both a linear ugaluktuaq story and many cyclical unipkaaq, converging. We all live in more than one time, even if we are taught to refuse the idea. The evidence is all around us, in the layered world: a mossy, decaying mission store in Gambell, built near an ancient whale-butchering place, across from a row of tidy new homes. Or, as I saw in Lavrentiya, a house with Soviet concrete walls, but a roof made of walrus hide so fresh, it smelled.”