Her face pressed to the window, Mom whispers, “It’s a different world”. While we watch, the outside scene changes rapidly, constantly, while on our side life is lived at a slower pace. “Yes, Mom,” I smile, patting the arm closest to me, while keeping a distance from the other seven.
Eileen has stood on the outside of that glass desperately wanting to communicate with the creature whose face IS pressed to the window.
Nice. We don’t need to leave the planet to communicate with alien intelligences… we just need to open our eyes a little bit.
I’ve previously seen your video and wondered what the octopus thought about the process. Eventually they looked like they enjoyed the results. The octopus who inspired me chose to press against the glass of their temporary home and watch the watchers.