We see it all the time in sci-fi: an alien being declaring “I am The Last of My Kind!” On Earth, in the animal kingdom, such creatures are known as endlings. When, just before a species reaches extinction, there’s only one left.
Blevins walks a seemingly impossible tightrope between adorable talking animals and the profound loneliness of being the last one, surrounded by other last ones. Not everyone is taking this lying down! But there’s a resonant sorrow (in some extraordinarily beautiful speeches) pervading the picnic.
I didn’t know “endlings” before.
Now I’ll never forget.
We see it all the time in sci-fi: an alien being declaring “I am The Last of My Kind!” On Earth, in the animal kingdom, such creatures are known as endlings. When, just before a species reaches extinction, there’s only one left.
Blevins walks a seemingly impossible tightrope between adorable talking animals and the profound loneliness of being the last one, surrounded by other last ones. Not everyone is taking this lying down! But there’s a resonant sorrow (in some extraordinarily beautiful speeches) pervading the picnic.
I didn’t know “endlings” before.
Now I’ll never forget.