TtD - Fish

I found that I had strayed into the least luxurious of cities, an aging stench in every corner and the smell of fish permeated the walls of even the most obscure sanctuaries. Here confused things lived to die, and in their confusion they became obsessed with that which they could understand. Fish then, became their obsession, as it was a dumb enough thing that all could understand it. And it is in passing through this city that I learned to live like these folk, and so sharing in their confusion I died a little.

In this city everyone talks about fish. Some like to size their fish, others nostalgically trade their fishing stories, and some ramble insanely about fish. Even the royalty came down to the docks to speak of fish. I began to wonder whether anyone listened to any words shared by another, or if they simply eagerly waited to hear the word 'fish'. Their ironic safety word for 'keep going'. As if it made their confusion acceptable!

And they discussed this and that. This man's ego, this one's greed, this one's self-centeredness. Fish Fish Fish. And As they sang and the city stank, I yearned from the stench of my mind's sewers, where at least the stench is my own.