Stomach of the Earth (2020) English Subtitles
*Emergency Alert System Alarm*
John studied religious persecution through classic literature, for many years…
so my passing knowledge of the subject got to that of a - hobbyist
Passing by a tree, a few miles west of the camp I’ve held the last few weeks-
I noticed a torn-out page from somebody’s “Holy Bible” stabbed to it.
It wasn’t mine to touch, so I left it up like it was.
However, I did write down what it said…
Quote:
*Rustling*
*Screams*
*Animal Bleats*
It’s interesting what Tsing has to say about Matsutake mushrooms.
That’s “Tsing”, T-S-I-N-G.
It’s a fungus, borne solely of human touch, unseen before the anthropocene…and now?
Well, a vanishing relic of our time here on Earth.
Seems almost…
…unfair, that it should exist-
as a byproduct of our existence.
And now…
…It’s gonna fade out, become rare or-
-I don’t know, evolve even!
Interesting.
This…
…Is just a common gilled mushroom.
*Animal bellows*
-repelling predatory animals from a campsite isn’t a difficult task if you have the right equipment.
Alone it can be more difficult, but human conversation and noise is the key to keeping away animals looking to hunt and eat “people food.”
Though I suppose “people food” might mean “people” in this case- (inaudible)
The stomach of the earth, hell, or the concept of suffering in a place deeply uncivilized, becomes more and more apparent-
…quote: “because of the suffering that your enemy will inflict on you during the siege, you will eat the fruit of the womb.
The flesh of the sons and daughters the Lord, your God, has given you.
(inaudible, overlapping)
*Animal vocalizing*
*Mimicking animal call*
*Mimicking animal call*
*Animal responds*
*Animal noises continue*
*Animal roars*
*frying pan sizzles*
*John/Practice 1999 Tape Plays*
At my loneliest times, without John around anymore, I remember being 3.
My mother’s office at the state building, green carpet, brown, wooden walls.
And the fish tank, against the wall.
John…after you this is the only memory I can hold dear.
In a manner of speaking, I’m dead.
Those sparkling, glowing little fish under that harsh light.
They swam from one end to the other of their glass home, in that moment becoming the subject of my first memory.
I suppose at the end, after John’s eyes fade-
I'm sure those fish will be my last memory.
