04. Moving into a new hive

April 25, 2018

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‘Destruction will alter its form and appearance, yet its substance will be untouched. The immortality of the thing is its finitude, not its eternity.’ – Steyerl, 2010

Gathering, sighting, flying. Familiar scents of the flowers, fruit and leaves in the place that we fly to and visit so often marks the trail to what once was the entrance to our home. We discovered a small space to build our nest underneath a strange tree with pointy branches pointing towards each other like a triangle, I have never seen anything like it. It did however provide an excellent natural protection from those eight-legged creatures, flying-things with pointed sparrows and other creatures like those that we got visits from ever so often. I would normally have blamed the eight-legged creatures for destroying our home, but the creature who did it was bigger than anything that I have ever seen.

Viciously, ferociously and non-worryingly, it pierced our hive. Light from outside started to pour through like liquid gold, then it disappeared just as quickly. Merged into a strange black cloud, all we could sense was the familiar scents of our queen, calming down our wings. Where are we going now? What is going to happen to us?

 Moving, gathering, hiding. The black cloud emerged into familiar sepia tones and reassuring honey smells. It feels like a safe space, but contained and unfamiliar to our own hive. Encapsulating and containing in a similar way to what I have only experienced inside a tree before, similar to the tree that housed our nest. Indeed, a very strange contraption this is. There is less space to move inside, dance and to fly, almost as if flying in straight lines is the only viable option. Is this our new home?

Producing, confusing, confining. It took us a few hours to find the exit of this strange hive. Hoping to find our flowers, fruit and leaves that we know so well, we were met by a whole new set of food areas, natural beings but very strange objects. Those same creatures who moved us here are gathered outside, feeding the plants and flowers. They do not look like the eight-legged creatures, they do not have wings like we do. They are thin like trees but move unlike anything I have seen before. Rows of our golden liquid have been produced to impress our queen. The two-legged creatures often take the honey we have produced, so surely, they cannot be bees. What are they going to do with it? Perhaps they have a bigger queen to feed.

Gathering, sighting, flying. This new contraption is strange but hosts all our amenities. Since we buzzed in we have adjusted it into the sufficient hive that we require. It now looks similar to our old hive. It even protects us from the eight-legged creatures that used to visit us so often better than our old hive could. Even the two-legged tree leave us alone for the most part. In this new location, we can gather more food, sight more flowers and have more room to dance and fly. Perhaps this is not such a bad place after all?

Antonia Myleus


Steyerl, Hito. ‘A Thing Like You and Me’ in e-flux Journal #15 April 2010 http://www.e-flux.com/journal/15/61298/a-thing-like-you-and-me/

Bennett, Jane. ‘The Force of Things: Steps toward an Ecology of Matter’, in Political Theory, vol. 32, no. 3, 2004, 347-372.

Grosz, Elizabeth. ‘The Thing’ in Elizabeth Grosz, Architecture from the Outside: Essays on Virtual and Real Space, 167–83, Cambridge, MA: MIT Press, 2001.


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