Geology is the cold truth beneath. The slow turning of continents while I sleep. The limestone cliff behind our house, riddled with crinoid stems from an ocean that vanished 300 million years ago. Geology is the scale that makes a human lifetime a grain of sand. It is the knowledge that every breath I take has been cycled through dinosaurs, through forests drowned into coal, through the lungs of people whose names were never written.
I have biology and geology — not as school subjects, but as twin languages my body learned before I could speak. iave biologia e geologia
So I have biology and geology. One teaches me how to break. The other teaches me that breaking is just becoming something else. Geology is the cold truth beneath
I’ll interpret it as: — meaning a personal, emotional, or philosophical story that intertwines these two sciences as metaphors for life and time. Title: The Fossil in My Chest Geology is the scale that makes a human