callioppe

The sky is threatening rain. Its 8am and not a bird is singing outside of my window, not one chirp. Come to think of it the only animal I have seen this last week was a dead coyote on the side of the road whose head was a mess of red and fur and bone fragments. No one came to move the carcass. I've been watching it slowly decompose on my way to work. I've been having dreams about slaughter houses, the cries of some sentient creature, the depth of its fear, the metallic smell of blood. I've been thinking a lot about the slaughter of dolphins in Denmark. I've been thinking about the extinction of African Black Rhinos at the hands of poachers. I've been thinking about the birth of the seven billionth person I've been thinking about the exponential amount of human consumption and the extinction of so many species at our hands.



I'm ashamed to be part of such a species. I'm furious with myself for not doing enough. People snub their noses at activism.. but I think such things are important. I need to be reminded that there are others who care, and feel the weight of the world.



I need to be reminded that the Earth is not a cold dead place.