Living In Solitude

Stumble across random blog article:

For the last 12 years, a single solitary whale whose vocalizations match no known living species has been tracked across the Northeast Pacific. Its wanderings match no migratory patterns of any living whale species.

Its vocalizations have also subtly deepened over the years, indicating that the whale is maturing and ageing. And, during the entire 12 year span that it has been tracked, it has been calling out for contact from others of its own kind.

Whatever the identity of this strange unidentified alien whale, it is, for now, the very definition of poetic, existential loneliness, in both time and space. The whale is somewhere wandering the Northeast Pacific, right now, in a rudderless, aimless track.

And right now the lonely beast could be calling out for others of its kind, and finding none, for over 12 years and counting.
It has received no answer. Nor will it ever.

Gosh. 12 years of loneliness. Complete solitude. Imagine. Poor whale. ;'(