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Sometimes I wish the visual reminders that everything I do falls apart weren't so...so...present.
As in.
Where once was a thriving minature ecosystem of singular goldfish and multiple happily reproducing snails, was this morning a bowl of wet smelling death. And is now a bowl with a couple rocks and half an inch of foul-smelling water. If I were a crueler person, or perhaps just a person who had a digital camera, there would be a small photograph here, in memorium. But I am neither, I suppose, and so only this entry will have to do.
And a link to an online comic that has a little something to say about when the cheerfully swimming goldfish winds up pale and still.
As in.
Where once was a thriving minature ecosystem of singular goldfish and multiple happily reproducing snails, was this morning a bowl of wet smelling death. And is now a bowl with a couple rocks and half an inch of foul-smelling water. If I were a crueler person, or perhaps just a person who had a digital camera, there would be a small photograph here, in memorium. But I am neither, I suppose, and so only this entry will have to do.
And a link to an online comic that has a little something to say about when the cheerfully swimming goldfish winds up pale and still.