One might conjecture that, having been plucked from the howling wilderness that is the preservation of our world, this captive crayfish yearns for the vastness and strangeness of nature.
'tis true that occasionally I pine for the solid sandbanks, which bear fruit even as the merchants and banks founder the world over. ...The mist that shrouds towers of pines, then breaks, ephemerally, to reveal a glimpse of the choppy white currents, wilder than the jungles of Bengal... I would prefer that any day over the scurry and gossip of this crowded hub.
However, I have marched through that world, and now I sit, for the time being, to write. Here in the confines of this ten gallon tank, in this academic cubicle, I find adequate refuge for reflection. For those of us who have truly been reared on the bosom of nature know that the solid sandbanks can founder too, and indeed collapse.
So I look not to other lands, but rather find eternity in my own domicile. At first I only hid in my mug, nursing the wounds of past battles, and anticipating perhaps a scrap of food. Now I find wonders hither and yon--aye, so much so, that when each day ends, I have only just begun my list of endeavors.
Why, just the other day, I discovered this piece of sea glass in the northwest reaches of my realm. I have handled and examined it again and again, and found a new treasure on each curve and surface. Perhaps one day I shall return to the wild; for now, I am lost in the infinity of a chunk of sea glass.
'tis true that occasionally I pine for the solid sandbanks, which bear fruit even as the merchants and banks founder the world over. ...The mist that shrouds towers of pines, then breaks, ephemerally, to reveal a glimpse of the choppy white currents, wilder than the jungles of Bengal... I would prefer that any day over the scurry and gossip of this crowded hub.
However, I have marched through that world, and now I sit, for the time being, to write. Here in the confines of this ten gallon tank, in this academic cubicle, I find adequate refuge for reflection. For those of us who have truly been reared on the bosom of nature know that the solid sandbanks can founder too, and indeed collapse.
So I look not to other lands, but rather find eternity in my own domicile. At first I only hid in my mug, nursing the wounds of past battles, and anticipating perhaps a scrap of food. Now I find wonders hither and yon--aye, so much so, that when each day ends, I have only just begun my list of endeavors.
Why, just the other day, I discovered this piece of sea glass in the northwest reaches of my realm. I have handled and examined it again and again, and found a new treasure on each curve and surface. Perhaps one day I shall return to the wild; for now, I am lost in the infinity of a chunk of sea glass.
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