Essays Grace Glass I get paid to bask in Alaska Sasha Fishman,  Plastic Trapped Love (Interpretive Hexagon) , detail. 2025, sand cast aluminum, ceramic, glass, solder, copper, stainless steel hardware, inkjet photographs of visits to Bonneville Hatchery, Bonneville Lock and Dam, Yakama Nation Fisheries, 81 1/2 × 89 3/4 × 82". Courtesy of the artist. I don’t know why I came to Alaska. I wanted to see the world. I needed to do something with my life besides scroll on my phone past photos of the genocide in Palestine. The vibes are dire in American democracy, the ice sheets keep weeping, my Saturn is returning. Plus I got dumped. I couldn’t stop weeping, like an ice sheet. Everyone kept saying there were so many fish in the sea. I also heard there was money in Alaska. Two Aprils ago, hurtling down some highway toward the solar eclipse, Eliza told me about salmon season: six grueling weeks of work, rising and sleeping with the tides, the never-setting sun, netting $25,000.…