Alone with my thoughts.
My master says to simply sit, and watch my thoughts.
Shadowy monsters cruise the depths. Indistinct, more felt than seen.
Their presence driving sleeker juveniles to break forth as worries and concerns. Unsure and uncertain about the exact threat, but nevertheless glad to escape it, only to fall back once again into dark silence.
The depths only seem cold and dark to us surface dwellers.
Perhaps these ‘monsters’ are quite comfortable just where they are?
The Wetness of Fish.
Would a fish be aware of water?
Water for many fish is a source of oxygen, movement, sound, smell and feeling.
Pluck the average fish from its pond and suddenly there is blinding and unfocused light, dizziness from low oxygen, paralysis, deafness and an utter sense of disconnection from whatever source the fish feels connect to.
Some fish learn to jump out of the water to escape predators. To the fish that don’t know they must seem like magical teleporters or even time travellers, winking out of existence for a few seconds and reappearing in another place.
Watery thoughts about watery denizens.
Carefully I return what I was instructed not to catch, back into the water.
Watching it slide back into indistinguishableness.
(c) 2023 Dr Simon Robinson.
