A polite reminder from the deep that you are not built to handle her.
Filed under: “Biological Relics / Oceanic Sleep Paralysis / Emotional Support Eldritch Beasts”
Let me tell you about a creature that is older than the concept of your self-esteem.
The Greenland shark is not swimming.
She is drifting, gently and with contempt.
A sentient meat log with unfinished business and parasites for jewelry.
This week, one of my letters found its way into the world in her honor…sealed in green, tucked into the beach aisle of a dollarama like a warning shot. On the envelope: Long Sad Meat Tube.
Inside: A field dossier on a creature that moves at the speed of emotional repression.
This is not satire.
This is marine science.
(This is also probably why I’m not invited to the aquarium anymore.)
I wrote it down so I could let it go,
— Elsie Thorne
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