What are we doing here?
glub glub - approximation of a fish
The Ocean. Endlessly fascinating, substantively damp, progenitor of the human desire for Pina Colada and the bulwark of the planet's strangeness. Life crawled out of you and now this blog is happening. It's all connected.
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I was nine years old when I saw Blue Planet for the very first time. I was awed by the vastness of the sea and the multiplicity of creatures that dwell there. Growing up near the beach, I thought I'd experienced all that the ocean had to offer after touching seaweed for a bit and nearly drowning. But as an adult the ocean's exigent metaphor and its ongoing mysteries still capture my imagination. Shame then, that we're kinda dropping the ball on the don't destroy the planet front.
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This isn't a callout. David Attenborough once described the deep sea as a world without walls. It's easy to feel unmoored from everyday tragedies on a comprehensible human scale. Climate change and our complicity is a generationally defining issue. What can we do? Write poetry about fish? Let's try that. This blog represents my attempt to grapple with that question and celebrate or eulogise something that I love.
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