Desires Systems: Five

Whale Season

They were coming. They always did. Flopping great distances in enormity, with profound, mysterious intellect. Richly textured with barnacles- impregnated and joyful. As free as the Islanders were not, unshackled they would achieve depths and range the land-born bipeds found incomprehensible. It was their pleasure season despite the struggle and tragedies on the shore. Waves of bliss and baleen kisses. Some gave birth in calm channels. 

The Islander could see them from shore frolicking. Small splashes of shadow across the golden surface.

In his afternoon daze, something stirred. Some weight was shifting as he watched. Could another manifestation be creeping through brought on the wake of these perennial visitors?  There were myths or memories.

Pathos contracted, bringing back the somnambulant state of diffusion. The islander’s chest tightened into an exhale.

Loneliness.

Past projections ached. What to do with this moment?

Phenomena, cosmic force’s indifference to the mangled vision of a future, pulled from the astral plane. Some were gods, others simple thought objects empowered by the Islanders’ inner world in chaos. Bringing form to formlessness through the differentiation of the conceived world. A textured fog of feelings and assessments lensed by the current mind state. Subject to manipulation. Absolutist in its weakness. 

In a near instance, an unfortunate birth complication kills a mother whale. She washes ashore. Beached near the islander’s village. Timeline distortions bleed into the sandbar as sharks prowl.