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the fish kill

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Toronto, 2012.07.07

Just the other day, I was thinking to myself - wow, it may have been six months or more since the last fish death in our aquaria.

Guess I should have knocked on wood. It turns out that three little neons that Kenny and I bought at a local fish store brought back something nasty. They've all died, and two of the other fish died as well. Eerily, the largest fish in the small tank, a young pleco, is nowhere to be seen.

I called up the fish store to let them know, and they claimed that all of their fish are still alive. That's great. See ya 'round.

rand()m quote

Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.

—Sigmund Freud