That's really beautiful, thank you for sharing. What an interesting take on "dead" objects, narrating a different story from the perspective of an unlikely entity. Thank you for sharing!
That's really beautiful, thank you for sharing. What an interesting take on "dead" objects, narrating a different story from the perspective of an unlikely entity. Thank you for sharing!
My head went a bit funny contemplating time on that scale - it sure was fun to write, though I'm never that keen on taking on a pov from an inanimate object. But perhaps one of our problems is believing that inanimation equates to deadness, a kind of illegimatcy, that allows us to disrespect the environment. Perhaps if we saw everything as having spirit, we wouldn't be in the mess we are in.
Absolutely true. The cosmovision of the Kichwa people here counts every "thing" as spirit as well. The mountains have names, histories, and are alive. Unfortunately, their culture is slowly killed by the culture of individualism and apathy towards everything but oneself. The concept of "community" here is something incredible, very hard to understand, even for me, living her for 12 years now. But I digress. Tired day.
Your story reminded me of a little book that I read a long time ago, about a mosquito that lives in the house of a woman, and observes everything. Besides that similarity, there was one weird part in the book that I still remember: It develops a quite weird relationship with the woman, there's even a erotic scene where the mosquito stings the women in erogenous zones, which she enjoys.
There's certainly a lot of creative freedom to find when putting oneself in the existence of something else.