My poor dead sucker fish taught me a lesson in death. Seeing it lie there, ignored by the rest, mouth wide open, body bent and twisted, I realised something. No matter how much shit you eat just so everyone in your world lives a (relatively) shit- free life, no one ever notices. They only notice how you seem to be growing, and therefore, thriving. In the end, when you are spent, dead from all the shit you have taken, your world still goes on. The others do not die because of the shit you have stopped taking. No sir. They live on, with all that shit. Kinda makes one wonder why the poor thing took all that fishy waste anyway.
I hope the poor little sucker rests in peace.
