The story begins with a colony of bees in a time without hierarchy
The setting is in a distant land but an established ecosystem, the bees are leaders in their ecosystem. They provide food for the other beings amongst them and are integral to their universe
At one point in time there is a curious bee who was born with attributes that allowed for it to be able to overeat. With time this bee began to grow enormously after consuming everybody’s dinner one day, realizing it could consume past fullness. This was the first bee to call itself royalty for this ability to overconsume, bringing hierarchy into their ecosystem
The bees began to believe that this enormous bee was a gift from the gods who must be served and the royal bee would insist that it was true. It was the first time in the history of the Bees for there to be a reason to serve one sole beeing who wasn’t your caregiver. The worker bees began to argue amongst themselves on who could feed the royal bee best, some did it for their survival others did it for belief of a better life to someday be in the shoes of the royal bee. Some worker bees began to reproduce solely to be able to produce more food for royalty while others learned how to convince their fellow bees to produce more so they could appease to the royal bee.
On a sunny cold day, one of the bees became exhausted, having birthed so many bees only to watch them die for a royal bee who did not give back. This bee realized that many of their friends were working just as hard to be left with less than crumbs.
This bee began talking to its closest workers around and then told those workers to begin talking to other workers. Together they organized the birthers and the scavengers together to take their offspring, their tools, and to fight against the royal bee who had been destroying their inner and outer ecosystem for gluttony
They began by refusing to feed the royal bee in unison, all bees were chanting “WE WILL NOT SERVE YOU” buzzing and buzzing sounds began to erupt in their colony. The creatures around who were being impacted by this hierarchy finally started to feel hope that better days were coming. Although they were weak from malnourishment the creatures who were dependent on the bees felt inspired and started chanting along with the worker bees. The earth was rumbling with movement, elephants, lions, bears, even the creatures of the sea were shaking for change.
The mass of bees felt strengthened by the support for them. Their little bodies all formed together flying in unison. They starved off the royal bee and toppled the royal bee from its throne, a sudden crash echoed in their colony. The crash revealed the abundance of food that the royal bee had been hoarding from the worker bees, letting them just die for the illusion. Together the worker bees were able to bring harmony back to their universe and all creatures were able to feast once again and be gay. 🦋
Voiced by Angelica Sanchez. Edited by Sabrina Diaz. Graphic by Paola Joaquin Rosso
i believe in living.
i believe in the spectrum
of Beta days and Gamma people.
i believe in sunshine.
In windmills and waterfalls,
tricycles and rocking chairs;
And i believe that seeds grow into sprouts.
And sprouts grow into trees.
i believe in the magic of the hands.
And in the wisdom of the eyes.
i believe in rain and tears.
And in the blood of infinity.
i believe in life.
And i have seen the death parade
march through the torso of the earth,
sculpting mud bodies in its path
i have seen the destruction of the daylight
and seen bloodthirsty maggots
prayed to and saluted
i have seen the kind become the blind
and the blind become the bind
in one easy lesson.
i have walked on cut grass.
i have eaten crow and blunder bread
and breathed the stench of indifference
i have been locked by the lawless.
Handcuffed by the haters.
Gagged by the greedy.
And, if i know anything at all,
it’s that a wall is just a wall
and nothing more at all.
It can be broken down.
i believe in living
i believe in birth.
i believe in the sweat of love
and in the fire of truth.
And i believe that a lost ship,
steered by tired, seasick sailors,
can still be guided home to port.
Single women. They are the million figures,
wrapped in drab clothing, who pour out of the
working-class quarters in an endless train on
their way to work sites and factories, who
set out for the circular railways and the
tramcars in that hour before daybreak in
which dawn still battles with the darkness of
night.
Single women. They are those tens of
thousands of young, already fading, women
who settle down in the big cities in lonely
roomcages and increase the statistic of
"independent" households. They are girls and
women who ceaselessly wage the grim
struggle for existence, who spend their days
sitting on the office chair, who bang away at
telegraph apparatuses, who stand behind
counters.
Single women: they are the girls with fresh
hearts and minds, full of bold fantasies and
plans who pack the temples of science and
art, who crowd the sidewalks, searching with
vigorous and virile steps for cheap lessons
and casual clerical jobs. We see single women
seated at a worktable preparing a laboratory
experiment, burrowing through archival
material, rushing off to hospital patients,
drafting a political speech.