We Are Cockroach Kin: Slipping Through The Cracks Of Control

The scariest thing about seeing a cockroach, they are after all, quite tiny and unthreatening, is that if you see one, it means there are likely thousands more hiding in the darkness. This is true of Witches too. Because our numbers are growing, and that’s scary. Because we know that for survival and evolution, adaptation beats control. In the end, our kinship with roaches is an invitation to notice a shared choreography of exclusion and return. Both Witches and roaches have been named as infestations, treated as signs of disorder, and targeted with rituals of removal that reveal more about the fears of the persecutor than the nature of the accused. The Witch, like the roach, is imagined as multiplying, hiding, slipping through the sanctioned boundaries of the home and the body. Yet what persists beneath these projections is a quieter truth: we mark forms of knowledge and survival that refuse central control. We embody our knowledge, our magic beyond our mere brains and into ...