Singing Whale Songs to the City (TQP #0090)
I like to use this site as something of a looking glass into the future. And I realize the outlook hasn’t been terribly beautiful of late.
Monsters. Killers. Car-humpers. I don’t pick the most pleasant of subjects to dwell on, it’s true. Sometimes it’s so easy to focus on the patterns that tell us it’s a bad old world and we’re just living in it, that I don’t put my eyes on ideas that are, in their own way, quite lovely.
Ideas like this:
Whales live in New York Harbor, singing songs to passing ships.
I think whales are astounding. They encompass a lot of different ideas to me – their prehistoric gigantism, the haunting new-age peace of their communication, their survival in the water only hinting at the bizarre monstrosities in the ocean that we don’t know about. All divergent, and yet all working to form a better picture of these massive creatures we can barely understand.
And here they are. Swimming below the Statue of Liberty.
I love the expressionistic deco image of zeppelins flying over New York City, skirting the Empire State Building. It’s an old time view of the future that never came to be. Flash Gordon modernism.
Now I like to think that just below that skyline, swim fleets of whales, zeppelins of the deep, singing lullabies to their city neighbors on the shore.
I think of that, and the future seems like something more amazing than I can even fathom.
