my fear of cranes
i dislike cranes. the street i walk on on my way back from work is covered in sectioned off regions of the street. behind the tarp lined fences i see the oblique of the giant yellow crane.
it reminds me of the raptor in jurassic park. at the beginning of the movie, when the park rangers transport the pack leader off of isla nublar. as they open the transfer gate, she slams into the door, leaving enough of a space for one of the workers to fall in. the lead ranger holds onto the workers torso as the raptor rips the worker to shreds and the lead ranger screams "shoot her".
its a gory scene, but i remember walking past the crane and recalling this scene vividly. such a monstrous piece of machinery, with the ability of tear out layers of cured asphalt and rock, with a measly human controlling it. the need to operate and control these hunks of metal, these holy unnatural things. what will these mean to us one day when we lose the need for them?