“The water trapped in my window makes it like an aquarium—which makes me the fish.”
“They settled out of court. In related news, two fish fought over an aquarium, rather than in the aquarium.”
“My window fogs and this makes me feel like there is no world outside of the car.”
“This brings me back to the image of Kafka standing before a fish in the Berlin aquarium, a fish on which his gaze fell in a newly found peace after he decided not to eat animals. Kafka recognized that fish as a member of his invisible family- not as his equal, of course, but as another being that was his concern.”
“Below me, in spreading, concentric circles, like those a fish makes when it rises in still water, spun round the lower tiers; above me arched the black sky pierced by the gas jets of the stars.”
“Laughter nibbled at my lips like tiny fish in warm water.”