🍂 bethany 🌙
29 ; infp ; faux fur & baby pink
this whole titanic sub is so fascinating, because there really is so much to it, and a lot of emotions at play.
the fact that the more reporters investigate OceanGate, the clearer it is that the company is incredibly at fault and this completely could have been avoided if they had bothered with the necessary safety measures. the thing’s controlled with an x box controller.
the class divide at play because the only tourists that can afford the expedition are billionaires. I was talking to a friend earlier and I said I didn’t get how their self preservation instincts didn’t kick in beforehand, because I think most people would look at that tiny sub and a think of that waiver they signed that said “this company’s not legally responsible if you die a horrible death” and be like “no thanks.” and she said it’s probably because of pride, because it wouldn’t occur to people that privileged and entitled that they were about to do something incredibly stupid. the goddamn CEO’s on board.
the fucking sheer irony of it being the titanic. the fact that the titanic is also a symbol of class divide as well as a mass grave for over a thousand people, most of whom (who died during the wreck) were crew members or third class passengers. I saw someone on here who put it- the titanic is a monument to man’s hubris, and the sub is just making the same mistakes all over again. we learned nothing.
and finally just the visceral horror of it. if they’re alive, they are in hell. they are stuck in a metal tube thirteen thousand feet below sea level, with not even enough room to stand up. I’m no expert about what it would feel like to be imploded due to water pressure, but I think I would rather die quickly than roll around the ocean floor in a metal coffin with no food no bathrooms and a dwindling air supply for four days. like another someone said- they are living in a Magnus Archives episode.
like I don’t want this teenager and his dad to die, and I hope they find them, but it has become crystal clear that the whole thing is a Huge Mistake by everyone involved.
i’m sorry but i cannot stop thinking about it for reallll imagine you’re richer than god and never had to face consequences for anything and you have so much money you don’t even know what to do with it so you toss a quarter million at the stupidest tourism option on earth. and you see that the paper you have to sign tells you you could die and you look at the flimsy metal tube you’re going to be plummeting into the ocean in and it doesn’t even phase you because bad things don’t happen to people like you. imagine some hours into the journey you realise something is wrong. maybe not you but somehow the knowledge that there was a fuckup becomes known to the 5 of you trapped in there. and you know you can’t get out from the inside and you know you have no food and no bathroom and not even the room to ever stand up again. when does the realisation that your wealth cannot protect you from your inevitable mortality set in. how does someone like that reconcile with both death and the fact that it’s 100% their own doing? can someone like this even come to terms with that or will they be fighting to find someone to blame until the last second? when does it reach you that all 5 of you are going to die one by one and there’s nothing you can do? does the fact that 5 of you have enough air until thursday but one of you could have enough air until at least next week ever cross anyone’s mind.
bedroom window | 21st june 2023; 22:04. summer solstice. grateful to be a witness to the sky’s evening dance after spending a day pondering the horrors of those lost to the planet’s depths.
