12th August. At low tide Primrose-the-Pill has made a duty of rescuing stranded sea cucumbers that seem to be gasping for air. In all honesty, it is a bit difficult to ascertain what precisely the sea cucumber feels, our Verstehen of the sea cucumber remains rudimentary. But I join the movement, sandwiching them between my Havaianas and dropping them in the pools of water trapped by rocks. We’re not sure they are sea cucumbers either, they look like giant, spotted, 700 grams slugs. In Messianic mood, we save them anyway. Some of the rocks are fully covered by the soft skin of animal colonies that look like pink viscera from outer space - a strangely repulsive and fascinating thing, as close to the Lacanian Real as any other alien we have seen.
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