Eulogy for a Giant African Snail
There are supposed big deaths
of Very Important People
that don't really matter.
Very Important People,
allegedly, who seem oddly
inconsequential to the world,
existence, us and the human civilization.
There are small deaths
of small beings
that matter.
That touch us.
Hurt us.
Make us stand back, changed.
This death of a giant African snail
was such a death.
It had an impact, it affects me.
Indirectly I was responsible.
I could have avoided it.
If I would have known,
I could have stopped
its needless suffering.
A bland man who played in some mediocre movies
which made a lot of money
(without it being down to him)
and in some bad movies
which made little money
(without either being his fault)
died also.
For him I couldn't have done anything.
To him I owed nothing.
His death raised no emotions in me.
I remember making facial expressions
didn't come to him easily or convincingly.
Perhaps it was botox.
Perhaps it was bad acting.
Perhaps, just like with the
Giant African Snail,
emotions just weren't his thing.
He was a good man,
another Very Important Person says.
Who am I to argue with that?
I would have still chosen
to save the Giant African Snail
instead of Bill Paxton.
27.02.2017
