my goldfish

a couple of weeks ago, i saw my goldfish floating in the fishbowl. it wasn't levitating or being scientific by going against the law of gravity.

it's dead.

all along, i knew the goldfish had some psychological disorder. it would wander around its bowl aimlessly and unidirectionally, looking helpless and nonsensical. a lonely childhood, perhaps, since the goldfish had lived all its life inside that bowl alone and unsocially.

my goldfish committed suicide. i knew it.

i flushed the goldfish in the toilet and as i went to return the bowl, i realized, i placed the fishbowl in the kitchen, facing the area where my mother would fry fish.

i am to be blamed, afterall.