On these pages we talk about the eternal contractions of these animals, and the prophecy has been fulfilled. The North Atlantic whales are smaller than forty years ago; a whale born today occupies, on average, one meter less than the one born in 1980. According to marine biologists, similar changes have been observed in some overexploited fish species, but this is the first time that something similar has been recorded in a large mammal.
To this gigantic, breathing and slow-moving animal, something prevents it from spreading peacefully, when in and of itself they could grow as much as the sea, both towards the sides and the lengths, so that their greatness and their time can encompass only by looking at it, and their own life. It seems that we have made him learn words such as human stress and the trap with the noises of thousands of boats that cut the sea every day, and with the chains and wounds caused by fishing gear and nets.
"Diminishing both memory and health as the rets are stolen to the earth and turned into money, and as spaces, lifestyles are reorganized"
Peace, multidimensional peace is needed to grow peacefully. Otherwise, the intestines get entangled like fishing nets, and the body decides that things can go more easily if they're smaller, more contractile. More invisible, at last. Biologists have spent 20 years photographing whales through planes and drones, which in the end has become apparent at millimeter measurement.
Can we also measure from the air this small decrease that we have? Reducing spaces, lifestyles and, in general, the walls of containment of one's own personality as the rets are stolen and turned into money. Is a smaller meter not life, from September to September? A meter more small discussions and ideas, increasingly tired and thin, weightless. The same is the imagination as utopias. The hum of the boats comes from TV, which our sensor offends us and leaves us adrift in the middle of the water. As you get used to the hum, it seems that silence is like this, and within that way, your brains grow, like turtles stuck in plastic pieces, one meter more, this year, ten years later.
Cub whales will soon be born smaller to avoid unnecessary jobs. “We’ve already come down,” I think, when nothing disturbs us, neither the deaths, nor the wars, nor the people who ask the police to persecute the people even harder, “I’ve already reduced,” I think, give in when it’s more sustainable than the frustration of resistance.