An Indigenous journalist’s experience of entering the belly of Cop where time does not flourish, it is consumed An Indigenous journalist’s experience of entering the belly of Cop where time does not flourish, it is consumed I feel as if I’ve been swallowed. And in the creature’s stomach, I walk with the sensation of being drowned. My nose hurts, with the same pain we feel when we are struggling to breathe. That’s my perception of the blue zone of Cop30 , the official area for the negotiations.