mry writes

*a story*

*concerning the travails of being an earthworm*

sentience:
thinking, feeling, acting
responding beyond primeval nubs and micro-second bursts of reflex
purposeful biochemical electricity of impulse-thought-action-life

sentience:
we are underground; too much wet seeping in

can not breathe
must do something
need to breathe

should go up
should worm our way to the outerland
up, through the dark
against the flow

find higher drier ground, seek not to drown
seek to survive; hope not to be eaten

below, we remember:
air
breathe
up
outerland; endless up
bright
uncomfortable

up: unsafe safety
below: unsafe wetness

choices:
wet below; enemies above
immediate danger; potential danger
must go up; fear going up

is it strange that we think?
or should we think to not think is strange?

do other creatures think?
do we think alone?
do we alone think?
no creature to ask who will answer
who will answer?

sentience is cruel