There’s death with every step, with every breath.
The world around us is teeming with life, the ground unimaginably rife with critters we do not know.
And yet we insist on teaching high school biology as tiny chunks of arcane knowledge to be ingested, regurgitated, and forgotten. Snurps and helicases and siRNAs, oh my!
I want a child to tremble as she walks across our town green, imagining the joys and terrors lurking under her feet, each step changing worlds that can be found with a spoon and a microscope.
She’ll remember a springtail trapped under her gaze long after the snurps slip out of her memory.