Some might say he’s just swimming
around a tank, yeah, but I get the sensation at times that Rubik knows the
secret to life. Maybe knows pure happiness, owns the gift of true sight, like
we only dream of. Rubik wie. There's something about that fish. The backwards swimming, the upside down games he seems to play with himself, and me, and my partner, his mesmerised audience. This fish is better than TV. Tomorrow we shall part. I am giving him to a friend as I prepare to leave this here city, much as I found it, though I myself am different inside.
He has been an incredible pet. Perhaps he was too good for me, I was not enough. I didn't talk to him as much as I might have, I didn't show that little goldfish enough love and energy. It's a remarkable little creature and I hope he may long continue his train of madness, far into the night and beyond. Somehow, from that little tank I kinda feel like he kept the world turning.
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