I want to talk about the animals doing organized beaching
like wtf is up? And aliens?
Everyday I am slightly disappointed that more people are not stripping naked and running through the streets.
The world is increasingly absurd, and going “crazy” feels like the logical response.
Granted, I haven’t gone for my streak through the street yet, I did recently bake under the sun in the nude, not so much out of protest but animalistic necessity.
My version of running naked is imagining myself to be a wild thing, a lizard maybe, but more likely a turtle. Have you ever seen a group of turtles stacked up, balancing their hardshelled bodies , craning their necks to the sun?
I have been thinking a lot about the coordinated pilot whale mass beachings that have recently happened. I try to imagine the communication and planning that must have transpired, the inciting event that made 50 beings decide to put themselves up for death.
Nature, desperately trying to get our attention.
The pilot whales, (which are actually not whales, but a member of the dolphin family), from the Australia group actually gathered in that heart shape huddle before half the group stranded themselves on the sand. The other half watched, while researchers trying to urge them into deeper, safer water, but that group too stranded themselves on the beach.
All died, or had to be euthanized. There were nearly 100.
Mass strandings in Australia are not uncommon. The country’s deadliest such event occurred in 2020, when 470 whales were beached on a coastline in Tasmania, with most of them dying. Two years to the day, another 230 washed up along roughly the same stretch of coast.
I think the animals are acting up.
We should probably join them. Not necessarily on the death tip, but more like the fuck this absurdity tip.
It’s clear now the aliens aren’t going to save us, and I don’t blame them.
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