I have called this blog, “The Worlds We Long For” to ask how we can create communities more in harmony with nature than our human society, so bent as we are on earth’s destruction. My particular world is a utopian Marshland community whose self-sustaining inhabitants struggle against the forces of early modern capitalism. Although this world is an invented one, it is down to earth and realistic, rather than fantastic or futuristic.
My original encounters with eels were not pleasant. My mother, fond of roasted eel, liked me to catch them for her with a drop line. All the other fish I hauled onto the dock flopped about and died of natural causes. An eel, however, was a living breathing nightmare. It failed to drown in the air, so I had to bash it over the head with a hammer.