enfócate en la foca

the tragedy in this mini-cuento is, of course, the death of a beautiful sea creature and the subsequent plucking out of its eyes by seagulls (monsters), yes, but beyond that, a very selfish, photographic tragedy lies. what life would show you, then, for taking 36 photographs, on a roll, the only roll, of a death scene (this one) (as if the seal, without any eyes, was less sacred or lacking in dignity), would be an even more beautiful scene, pura magia, made of symmetry and washed up rocks shaped like seal skulls attached to seaweed parts that looked like a spine and sea weed skirts that looked like flippers...the two entities would lie across from each other, making an obtuse 'V', as if the center fold were nothing but a mirror...they would be closer at the 'heads,' as if talking, communicating from one cave to the next, where eyes were poked out by vultures would be carved out by waves and sand and rocks...where a flipper lay useless was a mass of seaweed, as smooth and as tough, and where i saw decrepit flesh around the back of the beast i saw the stem of a thick stalk of seaweed...all of these things were connected and if the center fold was not there to reflect one thing off of the next i would still think they were connected, somehow...ash to ash, sea weed to sea wreath to sea girl to sea lion to sea gull to stem to spine to spies to eye spy...what you would find on your way back home, without film, would be these two creatures, designed and placed by the pace of waves, nothing more...i cursed several times, knowing the plucked eyes had been used on me...but i have no proof of these two beautiful things represented as such, and to recreate anything similar would be an affront to all that i find magic...