1. Do you know just how long it took to type that on this phone? Truly I have nothing better to do. Still, this is a significant improvement on the mundane prisons I’ve served time in.

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    An automated question? Well, alright.

    I distinctly remember curling up for a nap on our ragged sofa as a young boy, my head resting uncomfortably on an old truck tire. My mother and father were arguing as usual and I paid it no mind until one of them threw a mug from the kitchen and shattered my favorite aquarium. Of course, I rushed over hoping to save at least one of my beloved pets, making a quick decision on which of the flailing creature’s lives was most valuable to me and scooping it up along with a handful of water.

    Unfortunately, I could scarcely see to the other tanks in the room, let alone reach the tops and the only other containers which might have been fitting to save the precious little life I held in my hands were in there, with them, where they continued to argue violently.

    Not seeing any other hope, I calmly sat back down on the threadbare sofa and held the fish in my hand, gently petting it with one fingertip until it’s labored attempts at breathing finally ceased.

    Frankly, what I remember most about that event, and likely why I remember it to this day above anything else from that time period, is the sudden epiphany that life and love are fleeting, fickle things. I thought, if this little creature that had given me so much joy through it’s very existence could simply end without reason or purpose, then life wasn’t real as my young mind interpreted the word. People are not real. Beauty is not real. Death is not real because neither is life, it is simply an illusion which must, in time, break.

    It was an unrefined way of thinking, but the important thing is it was an expansion on the boundaries of thought. I don’t know that I would be the man I am today were it not for that insignificant episode.