The Elephant’s Child Narrated by Jack Nicholson 1986
The Elephant’s Child is one of Rudyard Killings “Just So” stories. Kipling was born and raised in British India. & Jack Nicholson has a wonderful voice for stories.
This is such a lovely looking skull, fantastic patina dont you think?
Did you know that until recently the African Forest Elephant was considered a sub species of the African Elephant. Infact it was only last year that they were put under their own status of Critically Endangered.
They are a smaller species, straighter tusks, rounder ears and darker skin. Much like the differences between similar but distinctly different species their skeleton is also different along with the shape of the skull.
Unfortunately they are at a higher rate of decline largely from poaching. 62% of the population has been lost over the last 10 years.
However conservation is tricky as little is known about the way they live, so more research is required. This will further affect population levels in the meantime.
Afterward, you sleep but I can’t. There’s a movie of us in my head and I can’t help but play it from every angle, listen to the dialog we spoke again and let the scent of us… settle down into my bones… like tree rings, like sediments… like evidence of love.
Don’t come to me thinking I am someone you can fill… I have been spring fed for far too long to worry about ever running dry. I am brimming, brimming… Don’t come to me with your casual kisses, with your innocent touch. I am full, I am dangerously full.
I need someone who knows how to break rocks, who knows how to tear down the decades of logjams and fantasies and dreams that hold me back, I need someone who knows how to survive a flood, someone who won’t drown or run away wet but will stay and swim, joyously, in me… In me.
The deep silence accompanied her; she still felt it moving watchfully at her side, as though she were its prisoner and it might throw itself upon her if she attempted to escape.
august rolls over and yawns. wakes slow and heavy, stretching like a cat. outside, the sound of birds, the smell of grass. august turns over in an empty bed. his eyes feel swollen and tired. on the nightstand, a note from july - no one carries light like you do.
