A friend on twitter linked to a site that allows you to understand the relative size of the oil spill by placing it over your home town. The shadows remind me of catechism classes when I was young, and how the nuns taught us that we were born with a black smudge on our souls. I always thought of my soul at a gray ghost, stained with spirals of thumbprint ink. If my body disappeared, all anyone would be able to see was the thumbprint.
Now it seems like the oil is a giant stain on our environmental souls. The earth is our collective body. We’re all so many cilia waving on its surface. If the earth were to disappear, all we’d have left is this shadow, a blob with a desire to devour. Is this monster a true reflection of the human psyche as we are today?

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