I’m in a humid wood with low, short canals containing stagnant water. I see a Gila monster walking around and then resting in an half-empty canal. Then a big fish appears, walking on his four fins. I feel great respect for those animals, and the desire to let them live serene in the wildlife. All of a sudden I find myself in a museum of natural history. I see the walking fish, dead and with its flesh removed, in a glass board. I’m deeply sad and angry. An employee of the museum says that the fish had to be “classified”. I’m worried for the Gila monster.
March 17, 2012