beluga whales
What did you say? she asked.
Nothing. He was very tired. The woman smoked in silence. Do you ever
wonder about beluga whales?
Geryon asked. Her eyebrows were startling, like two ascending insects.
Is it an endangered species?
No I mean in tanks in captivity just floating.
No—why?
What do they think about? Floating in there. All night.
Nothing.
That’s impossible.
Why?
You can’t be alive and think about nothing. You can’t but you’re not a whale.
Why should it be different?
Why should it be the same? But I look in their eyes and I see them thinking.
Nonsense. It is yourself you see—it’s guilt.
Guilt? Why would I be guilty about whales? Not my fault they’re in a tank.
Exactly. So why are you guilty—whose
tank are you in?
from Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson
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