And A ********* Runs Through It

that fish looks aloof and happy

If you have rapids, surely that means you have rocks.

If you are a river, surely you have banks.

Oh. God.

Perhaps... The consequences of immediately placing a fish in rapids was not very well thought out. My flow ebbs, and I realise that so too does my control over this space. I cannot refocus my consciousness.

I watch the fish begin to decompose before me. It felt like minutes, or hours, and somehow the specifics of how long I have been watching this fish now disappear from me altogether.





This fish is gone.



...my head hurts.