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i hardly visit here, but i hang onto it as a relic of my past.
travis successfully burps not only the national anthem of estonia but also god save the queen, flo rida - low and the theme tune to kid nation. he is proclaimed as a hero, despite the fact that a vote in a tabloid newspaper shows that 98% of the public want to kill him.
he was having a birthday party this saturday. please come! the invitation said. we'll have a whale of a time!
and there was a picture of a whale. it was a real whale, a photograph of a real whale. i looked into its tiny wise eye and wondered where that eye was now.
was it alive and swimming, or had it died long ago, or was it dying now, right this second? when a whale dies, it falls down through the ocean slowly, over the course of a day. all the other fish see it fall, like a giant statue, but slowly, slowly.
i focused my attention on the eye; i tried to reach down inside of it, toward the real whale, the dying whale. and i whispered, it's not your fault.
