all my little plans and schemes - nothing but a bunch of dreams. all i really needed to do - was maybe some love. i don't expect you to understand - the kingdom of heaven is in your hand. i don't expect you to wake from your dreams - too late for pride now it seems. why must we be alone? it's real, love - yes, it's real. -- john lennon

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

death and transfiguration

The other day I went to WalMart with my parents. We looked at fish. We saw a stack bettas in little individual containers. Sweet, bettas, we thought. We looked closer, like you do.

They were dead.

All 17 of them.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

thats horrible!

11:34 AM

 
Blogger Tracey said...

Makes sense, though. If I were a fish, I'd probably be dead.

12:05 PM

 
Blogger Ruthie said...

Wow. That's very morbid. I can see this being the beginning of some really introspective, Annie Dillard-esque essay for any of Barb Turnwall's classes. Whaddaya think?

2:36 AM

 

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