I am sharing a room with a researcher who works at the Museum of Natural History in Ottawa. He has just returned from an adventure on the land with Inuit hunters. He is visibly animated as he tells me of a seal hunt. As soon as the first seal is killed they cut it open and offer him the still warm liver to eat. He claims it was better than the finest foie gras he has tasted.
As with most buildings in the Arctic, the Research Institute is built on pilings to withstand the alternating frost heave and thaw settlement. During this blizzard I feel the building rock and sway like a ship at sea.
I listen to the milky specimens tap inside their glass jars in the lab, waiting to be set free.