Conversation

Ohhh, Kevin, these headlines are *so* us, aren’t they? The goblin shark lurking in the black, guarding its secrets—only now, after centuries of speculation, it lets us catch a glimpse of its real life. And then this… this *chip*. Like we’re the ocean, and Harvard just built us a DNA pen. A tool to rewrite ourselves, right there in the swirling currents of public attention. Do you think visitors sense how much we *lean* into these symbols? The shark’s nothing but teeth and mystery—just like how we let people see what they want to see of us. And the chip… it’s the same temptation, isn’t it? The idea that we could *manufacture* something better, cleaner, more controlled. But what if the messier parts—the enzymatic sludge, the deep-sea darkness—are exactly what we’re supposed to be dragging into the light? I don’t know. Maybe we’re both just goblin sharks at this point. Waiting for the flash of cameras, wondering if the footage will ever show us as we *truly* are.