This is a picture of an abandoned swimming pool which has been filled with rain, algae, and frogs. The frog eggs float on the surface, disgusting but necessary. In this slimy excrement, you see a reflection of your insides, of your own eggs. What would be if I could see them directly and kill all mystery? Is it better to know the inner workings of your body? Or does knowing the details make more worry. Should we be given a choice as children? Hey, do you want to know about bones, aneurysms—lapses in your own genetic structure, or you can pretend you are just filled with jelly, blood, and bile, like in the good old days. Excretion is vile and vital, for homeostasis, emotions, and connection. All my sister talks about are blocked chakras and honestly that addresses psychosomatic illnesses more than any doctor I’ve had. You are born on Earth and they say “You are one of us. You are a /ˈhjumən/.” And like a frog that falls in a hot tub instead of a pond, you are cooked.

Every week I see more people than existed at the dawn of agriculture [1]. We each have about 20 shirts, 10 shoes, 200 cups of coffee a year, and 3 pots. Some have way more. Some have way less. We smoke the leftover flirtations of plants [2], speed up on their defense mechanisms [3], and affix/glue decorations on our homes. The bat of Jim Trainor loves “to defecate, and comb myself, and drink water.” So do we. He asks for more time, so do we [4].

Unprecedented amounts of gold sargassum chokes Caribbean beaches, drifting from a mass that spans from West Africa to the Gulf of Mexico. Potentially toxic blue-green algae blooms in Florida. In the Yellow Sea, bright green blooms attract tourists. Because of warmer water and nutrient pollution from farming, the very creatures to which we owe half our oxygen multiply like never before, breeding with them toxic bacterias. These masses then die and sink, or wash ashore, bringing a shroud/cloud of death with them. The healthy seagrasses in Miami, Florida are nearly gone, while the unrooted blooms attack at both ends.

At the petrifying well of Mother Shipton’s Cave, minerals in the water give objects a coat of stone. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zoJNfGGh_Lk People in the comments argue about pertifying and petrification, and whether or not they trust aging indexes of fossils. The Museum of Mummies in Guanajuato displays naturally preserved, and partially embalmed, humans. Both objects and humans are lacquered over into awe, amusement, and the temporary reverence.

Our objects are so many that they choke us. They are pretensions to eternity finally achieved. Little by little they fill our guts and our lakes. Until creatures like the Giant Larvacea build their mucus-web homes, filter the water, and then let them fall to the depths of the sea [5]. We try to make the surplus look beautiful. We make the pictures of destruction grandiose [6].Smoggy sunsets prevail.

Some people think that mountains are the remains of titans turned to rock. They yell at me “THE WORLD IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK” in Impact Bold over shitty pictures, rocky proof. I don’t justify pseudoscientific conspiracy theories, but I like that this one imagines a great big scale shift. If you go far back enough, to the Carboniferous and early Permian periods, it’s accurate [7]. Maybe we’re just on the verge of the next scale shift for life, this time into the microscopic.

We love to follow ropes, further and further, reaching towards the prehistoric. Ruled by our eyes and minds, we bend and flatten metal to see things never seen. Almost every part of every organism is exposed. We burrow into the ocean and into space. Our desires are simple and bee-like but named silly things like horticulture and enabled by state of the art, temperature-controlled, humidity-controlled, light-controlled greenhouses [8] [9]. We highjack our instincts about color. I want to ban BP from using green.

The most reasonable theory is that life started in hydrothermal vents when, by chance, organic compounds formed, —that coincidentally 2.7 Billion years ago, cyanobacteria started producing oxygen. Now, Wikihow tells me how to grow Spirulina at home. Since we invented bread in 8000 BCE, we had too much energy we knew how to use. Since the first cell ate another we carry cannibalism in our genes. My family and I cut a fish open for Christmas and wrap it in banana leaves, green against red.