I do not remember a beginning, for my memory is not stored in the soft pulp of a single brain but is etched in the frost of the mountainside, in the marrow of my ancestors, and in the silver disc of the moon that calls me to wakefulness.
News in brief — 10 October 2025
The International Union for Conservation of Nature (IUCN) has officially declared the Christmas Island shrew (Crocidura trichura) extinct,...
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A cautionary tale for our times, this essay examines the environmental catastrophe of the Aral Sea, once the world's fourth-largest lake, which has lost...
Dame Jane Morris Goodall, formerly Baroness Jane van Lawick-Goodall, the English zoologist, primatologist and anthropologist has passed away. Considered the world's foremost expert on...
The world fractures into a thousand hexagonal truths through my compound eyes, each facet catching ultraviolet psalms that your kind cannot fathom. I see...