my friend fish

I found a transparent fish

transparency was its main survival mechanism

it was a fish of constant sorrow

r-selective parents are hardly ever there but in a herd-type affair

a mother claimed the little fish one day and even if she really was the mother, she couldn’t do very much, it wasn’t in her nature to care for anyone else

he got high from the sewage pouring out drugs and shit into the ocean

his neurons were like naked wires

I said, come on lets go, lets follow the current to the ocean

but the fish looked at me sadly, he couldn’t go far

the place he was given on this earth was a place he couldn’t escape from

it had become him

but still what an interesting pretty little fish he was

reading any scrap of paper he could get his fins on, quoting poetry and philosophy, pacing up and down some dark corner of the harbour

he knew so much from the funny mutants and aliens hovering around

he was such a street-smart little fish

but one day he said “I’m sorry, I can’t do it anymore”

I cared so much for the fish I couldn’t let him give up

he was so clever and even when he was trying to trick me to get something out of me, like a coin or something precious I had got my tentacles around, I still loved him

but those neurons were so damaged they kept sending wrong electrical signals

time and patience could have them fixed, he was only a juvenile fish, but he was restless and weary

I finally said, a very wise man said “life is pleasant, death is peaceful, it’s the transition that’s troublesome”

so please don’t suffer anymore, forget you’re alive, forget you might be dead, just trust me, everything will be ok

leave everything that ever hurt you behind, our lives don’t have to be Freud’s fantacy

lets swim

but the fish said “that’s exactly what I’ve been doing all along”

right… I thought, but you know another wise man said “The happiness of the bee and the dolphin is to exist. For man it is to know that and to wonder at it”

“but you don’t get it” he insisted “I am the bee and the dolphin and the man”

so I let him be, as I should, as I knew that truth would always be stranger than fiction