Here is something to think on: most of the fish you can name are threatened or substantially overfished. At some point in the near future, they may disappear entirely. You may very well lose your ability to list fish in short order. Though mass can never be destroyed, populations, schools, whole generations can be. It is convient for me, both morally and appetite-wise, that I have never developed a taste for fish. I could never stomach something that still tastes like its origins.

Over the last few weeks, I have asked myself a series of useful and not so useful question, most oriented around what the hell I should do with myself for the rest of my life. I wish someone would've told me at birth that I would be stuck with myself for the duration of this lifetime. The choices I made may have been different. But not likely. I have considered putting myself in a home for the socially subversive or possibly retiring to a reservation for the intellectually challenging. Ultimately, I suppose I must do something that actually exists. I cannot fabricate a world to retire into. This is what I find most upsetting about the current state of things.