Literature
A Fish Bowl Named Desire
Of all the window sills in all the world she had to walk in front of mine.
Carl called me crazy, Who had heard of such a thing a gold fish in love with a cat? Hes just a prude and if it wasnt the fact those mouth breathers stuck him in here, this glass cell with me I wouldnt waste time with him. Date other fish, he says. What fish am I going to date trapped in this half gallon hell with another dude?
Oh sure I could maybe give the plastic scuba diver a run, looks a decent enough object, always around, it just sit there though never moving, I find it creepy. No I realized how empty life really is. Just sitting