death_dance PeeT in northern quebec there is a pod of killer whalers trapped in an area of the hudson bay. they have a small area to breathe and will drown if they cannot keep the ice from freezing back. so they perform a dying dance to make sure it remains clear. how long can they do it? i wish i had an icebreaker. i would make a path for them. there are no icebreakers near by. can somebody do something? 130109 ... unhinged she laid in the hospital bed barely moving. she could not speak. her head and eyes languidly turned to the sound of my voice. deep underneath the blanket of her dying body she could hear me. my voice cracked. i was afraid to touch her; it wasn't really her. not the olga i buried my face in to smell her department store perfume, hear her heartbeat and chuckle with different ears echoing in her chest. she was not that olga. we sat in front of her with a magnet board covered with magnet letters like the ones i pushed around on the fridge when i was really little. she arduously arranged them into some semblance of order. some kind of communication. after awhile, i refused to go there anymore. she was trapped under the ice of dying, remote. i did not want to remember that olga. i lagged two steps behind daydreaming of better times. 130110 ... PeeT the winds and ice flows have changed and the orcas were able to free themselves. phew! 130110 what's it to you? who go blather from