The air is water. I am water. Protected and encumbered, by a roof and walls. I am here, on plastic. Red plastic. My fingers move on plastic squares, with a roof, over my head.
I see my future. Many people. Rules, lines, plastic cards.
Smile ~ don’t forget to smile.
A fish does not smile. A fish swims.
I am a fish.
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