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'''Post-Human Pastoralism''' | |||
''(Afterland fragments from Ida-Viru)'' | |||
Here is Ida-Viru, | |||
a place not made to be seen, | |||
but to hold what’s left. | |||
A lake that shouldn’t be a lake, | |||
an engineered stillness. | |||
A basin designed to settle, | |||
but nothing truly settles. | |||
I walked here once. | |||
Mud pulled at my shoes. | |||
Footprints filled with water. | |||
This water carries what oil shale leaves behind: | |||
calcium oxide, sulphates, silica dust, aluminium, iron oxides. | |||
Can I swim in this water? | |||
What does alum do to my skin? | |||
A brief evidence of a body passing through. | |||
Even still water remembers movement. | |||
Even waste listens, holds a rhythm. | |||
'''Time moves differently here.''' | |||
'''Slower, maybe.''' | |||
As if the land itself asked for silence. | |||
I stood still long enough to listen. | |||
To wonder – | |||
Who once labored here, | |||
and is no longer? | |||
The lake holds more than minerals. | |||
It holds life, and death, and memory. | |||
Bodies that bent. | |||
Dreams built on wages, | |||
then broken by exposure. | |||
Those who worked here | |||
spoke a language now made foreign, | |||
carried histories of distant lands, | |||
and vanished borders. | |||
The shadow of a fallen empire. | |||
'''This isn’t a place where nature returns''' | |||
'''because it never fully left.''' | |||
It only adapted, | |||
took on new shapes, | |||
learned to grow sideways. | |||
This land is not ruined. | |||
Not restored. | |||
It is something else, | |||
'''''an afterland?''''' | |||
A man-made mountain, | |||
a man-made lake, | |||
a beach of accidental origin. | |||
This is what a post-human pastoral might feel like: | |||
'''Not untouched,''' | |||
'''but touched too many times.''' | |||
Can we build a landscape | |||
without meaning to? | |||
'''Can we scar the earth''' | |||
'''into the illusion of beauty?''' | |||
And if we do, | |||
will we remember | |||
what was sacrificed here? | |||
The hands that labored, | |||
lungs burned by dust, | |||
the days folded into silence. | |||
Not everything left behind is waste. | |||
Some things remain | |||
to hold the memory. | |||
'''Are we willing to hear it?''' | |||
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