This was, surely, just a mental diversion. And perhaps I was just a Member of a Secret Foreign Service that was accidentaly falsified somewhere from Japan, or something. I wouldn't know - knowlege is as deep as perception is, anyways - and this early in the morning, my perception is quite a ... like a ... like a variable, like X going to minus infinity. Early in my life I used to be young, though that fact was changing as years passed by. Amasing, isn't it? Fcuk. Now I'm just a old trash bag, ain't-good-for-nothin'.
It all started with golden fishies.