Up late agian working. I'm sooo excited, I finished the literary magazine that I was laying out and FTP'd it off to the printer tonight. It feels good to have a moment to breathe.
Lying in bed sleepless. All I can think about are the creatures. What does it feel like to be the LAST in a species? To be that final butterfly, elephant bird, dusky seaside sparrow? How lonely is it? Does that lone Ivory billed woodpecker feel the sorrow of its vanished kin? Does the world feel empty? hollow? Does it make the sound of a seashell or the whisper of the wind through a cracked window? Is it numb? The last in line. waiting for that final hour. That split second. what sound does it make when the last of a species takes its final breath. Is there a hush? does quiet fall over the earth for a moment? Or did the last Bavarian Vole stumble about blissfully unaware that it was alone? Was it female? Male? Did it run about frantically seeking a mate to continue its doomed species?
Oh creatures!
crazy, changing, fearless, dead.
Lying in bed sleepless. All I can think about are the creatures. What does it feel like to be the LAST in a species? To be that final butterfly, elephant bird, dusky seaside sparrow? How lonely is it? Does that lone Ivory billed woodpecker feel the sorrow of its vanished kin? Does the world feel empty? hollow? Does it make the sound of a seashell or the whisper of the wind through a cracked window? Is it numb? The last in line. waiting for that final hour. That split second. what sound does it make when the last of a species takes its final breath. Is there a hush? does quiet fall over the earth for a moment? Or did the last Bavarian Vole stumble about blissfully unaware that it was alone? Was it female? Male? Did it run about frantically seeking a mate to continue its doomed species?
Oh creatures!
crazy, changing, fearless, dead.
There are two ways of viewing it.
One, that there is a great need to procreate and by not dong that, I am incomplete and am the sole witness to a disaster. And you then drive yourself nuts seeking the unattainable...
Or two, that I am the culmination of my ancestors. In order to best honor my species (or family, as the case may be) I must strive to do everything I can to honor that to the best of my ability. All of their yesterdays have lighted me the way.... Well, of course to death, but more importantly, to a brief yet important life. What I do with what life they have given me and how they are all part of me.. it is very humbling.
It doesn't really change the tragedy nor heal the loneliness, but at least you don't let the species go quietly sobbing to its death...
Anyway... you like comics, so I guess I would suggest Robinson and Harris' Starman put out by DC... now discontinued but in GN form. One of the major themes is fillial responsability/lineage/ and how that does not necessarily shape who you are, but what you are. Plus, Jack has awesome tats.