05. Exchanging reason for treason

April 25, 2018

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The contraption that once seemed so strange have now become our hive. Unfamiliar smells and sights have now become smells of honey and tones of sepia. Nested in the abnormalities of these four walls, our gyneocracy has managed to grow strong, we are now able to forage larger areas, having the courage to explore this site outside its perimeters of trees, flowers and plants. I remember when we first got here, there were not many flowers, now, however, there is more than we possibly have time to explore. We have never had such a happy queen.

Production has never been this good, we even have honey goods left over to taste for the two-legged creatures that also live here. The only visitor we have had so far is the eight-legged creature who managed to pierce our hive the other day. We also had the colourful large-winged creature stopping by, luckily it did not manage to enter our hive. I would have thought that the two-legged creatures would have bothered us more than they have, but so far, we have lived in our place without a problem.

Waggling my way into the hive, I signalled to my bees to meet me at the entrance. Storing the food in the honey rows is much harder than I remember. A large vibration is sensed throughout the hive, as if something has struck it, I can’t quite put my wings on it. Perhaps it was that four-legged furry creature paying us a visit again, only this is a much stronger vibration. Another one… now destroying our winter supply, breaking the octagonal shapes of our honey store. Honey smells and the sepia tones are merged with real liquid light, as if something has just broken our hive into half.

It is hard to fly, the sound of smattering wings in panic is the only thing that I can sense, together with the large frequent earthquakes. Suddenly a large object, like a tree branch is swung against our queen. Our mother together with my fellow bees are all falling into the ground, covering the earth like leaves on an autumn day. What is happening?

Panicking, buzzing my way through the golden crack of our hive I see the horrid creature who has done this. It is those two-legged creatures! Are they the same that have lived with us all this time? The same creatures who so carefully fed the flowers and trees that we feed from? Have they exchanged reason for treason?

Rushing to the nearest tree, I see the event from far away. The rows of honey goods are laying on the ground in pieces covering and drowning my fellow bees, turning the ground from grass colour into a sea of black and yellow. The actants are now running away, not having stolen anything, only leaving their tree branches as evidence of their visit. Where do we go now that we are queenless and hiveless? Who will now feed the flowers? Who will now feed us?

I once heard of a mountain that lies within the vertical squared forest, not too far away from here. I remember one of the worms I met nearby the yellow flower saying that he saw a bee fly up there. Perhaps we are welcome there, perhaps there is another contraption for us to live in? Perhaps there, we can find flowery goods, familiar honey scents and sepia tones.

Antonia Myleus

Bennett, Jane. ‘Political Ecologies’ in Jane Bennett, Vibrant Matter: A Political Ecology of Things, Durham, NC: Duke University Press, 2010. Excerpt.

Rendell, Jane. ‘Prologue: Prepositions’ in Jane Rendell, Site Writing, London: I.B. Tauris, 2010.

Haraway, Donna, Staying with the Trouble: Making Kin in the Chthulucene, Durham: Duke University Press, 2016. Excerpt.


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