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Dream Journal

from Words of Russian Sympathy, an Alarm

On a post, two lone words commemorate a very sad Russian situation. I don’t know more about it. But I come across these words on a walk around my neighborhood, maybe walking my dog.

I leave sympathetic comments below, maybe on paper or maybe as part of a website. I feel a buzzing which comes across as an alert responding the comments I’ve left. Perhaps a portal which opens to defend the viewing of whoever that Russian tragedy happened to, that misunderstood my sentiment. But it’s actually my phone alarm. I need to wake up for yoga.

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Eulogy for a Fish Friend

We lost a fish friend today:
Eulogy for a Fish Friend (by Orin Optiglot)

This was T-1000; always the fastest, fattest, hungriest, excitable little freshwater figure-eight pufferfish this side of my heart. He stopped eating five days ago, and despite our best efforts… well, that was that. We had him more than a year (which is a record for fish-keeping, at least for Lynae). He is survived by his former tankmate, Crackers.

There will be a small ceremony tomorrow organized by family and friends, to be held at the Presidio Pet Cemetery in San Francisco. He will be buried with many small seashells, shiny beads and baubles—as we imagine his last wishes likely may have been.

(Credit for this artist’s sketch goes to Rhiannon, one of the bereaved.)