I went to the beach today to catch the sunset. Summers are off-season, the crowds are thinning, bare restaurants putting up bigger, chalkier boards, announcing everything from sheesha to thalis.
Though there are way more things floating in the water for the off season. A plastic crate, a rope, untethered and frayed. A man in shorts and ganji, grabs rope part 1, missing rope part 2, then waits for the next wave to hand it back.
Its a hazier than usual sun, with barely any colors to marvel at. Only a red sun, setting lazily.
Colors dance freely in the receding waves though. Then in deeper waters too. I mush on through the sand, the waters trying to return back to the beach what wasnt nature's bounty.
I encounter a masked male with an unmasked female walking close behind him. This unmasked female hurled a plastic bottle onto the beach. They proceeded to walk past me avoiding eye contact, which I was so intent on having.
This is the order in which things unfolded but decoded right now.
The colors dancing in the water was an oil spill. The black muck deposited on the beach was tar. The amount of soap and water needed to rid my feet of it was substantial. It was oily (obviously), sticky and black. 20 minutes of life given to scrape of tar off a non vital part of my body.
20 minutes multiplied by 10 would be the approximate minutes needed, on average, for every living thing, fish, crustacean, mammals, birds and those dazzling corals, to wash the oil spill off their bodies. Its highly speculative and rough calculation buts its to keep numbers relative and easily calculable.
This calculation is only thus far accurate keeping two things mandatory. These species have to have hands. And these species got to have soap.
Though its probably gone into their lungs, eyes, heart, everywhere basically. Its in/on them, its on/in their offspring, on/in their family members. And they cant get it off. The first condition unfulfilled due to evolution. So they'll die. Thanks to us. The most evolved.
One day, pretty soon, the waters may not be blue anymore. The sky maybe a mottled green or grey again.
Grey skies and grey seas.
We'll still be here, wearing oxygen tanks and oxygenated cars and trains and monorails. All bent over our devices, regressing, negating our own evolution. We now cannot understand how or why the exuberance to swing and throw poop during board meetings takes over so frequently.
Theories would be strife. A historian will dig out a movie on a giant happy gorilla trying to flatten out an ugly city. Books on primates, or books on any matter are obsolete. Every other species a mere footnote in the annals of the apex creature, mankind.
Pretty soon "man" is bored of having too many of him-her-them out here. So from amongst themselves (which is a small core group in the first place), they decide basis a certain convenient parameter, that they stand heads and shoulders above the rest.
So lets wipe the rest out.
Will the shroud of decency remain to do this under a veil or it will need to be a loud gesture so that the survivors are left in awe of the spectacle rather than the in-humanity of it. Will there be something called humanity when there are only humans on this planet. Humanity as opposed to what?
Hindenberg cometh soon.
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