A fish is not a pet, it's a decoration, a piece of furniture. Having a fish tank in your house is like having a curio cabinet or a china hutch or a shelf of shot glasses from various gift shops around the world. A fish never sleeps with you, snuggled up at your feet or in the crook of your side. Sleeping with the fish is, in fact, a euphemism for death. No one needs a fish, man. Not even a woman on a bicycle. I don't know.
Feet live in shoes. Words live in ears. Hands live in pockets. Pressure lives in peers. Stars live in heaven. Shadows live in light. Trees live in dirt. Colors live in sight. Kisses live in mouths. Waves live in seas. Dust lives in sunbeams. Squirrels live in trees. None live forever. Let's live today. We'll live completely, while live we may.
It's not that I don't like fish, mind you. I'm not anti-fish. I'm just pointing out the shortcomings of fish as companions. You'll never teach a fish to play basketball or volleyball, for example. They're too afraid of nets.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
