Bonk. Flick of the tail, bonk. Flick of the fin, bonk. Swimming in a fish bowl. All day long, year after year, bonk. Poor fish, doesn't know anything but bonk. Can only think bonk. Speaks nothing but bonk.
"Better to recall stories from 2007 with their rhythmic manta of cancer therapies like antibiotics, late night phone call conversations with insights to the universal causes and cures for cancer (.)"
Bonk.
Remember that Gary Larson cartoon with the fish in the fishbowl looking out at his baseball landed on the outside of the fishbowl? The fish hit the only item in its world into the world outside and, still in its element, can only look outside its fishbowl into the other element, the wide world, knowing the ball has gotten away, forever.
Bonk.
All over the world, beautiful fish, swishing tails, flapping fins, going about the business of functioning fish lives, experiencing the wide fish world within their fish specific skins, the good and the bad, the fulfillment and disappointment, not yielding to the bonk. Not listening to the bonk. Understanding bonk is for the fishbowl dweller to dwell forever upon the same old bonk. |
