Thursday, 29 October 2009
it was a real whale, a photograph of a real whale. i looked into its tiny wise eye and wondered where that eye was now. was it alive and swimming, or had it died long ago, or was it dying now, right this second? when a whale dies, it falls down through the ocean slowly, over the course of a day. all the other fish see it fall, like a giant statue, like a building, but slowly, slowly.
Posted by silver pink pony at 09:39