Life in the Fishbowl
Welcome to the fishbowl, where all of us, humans, live under the tyranny of a million hooks dangling from the sky. Some people don’t call it the fishbowl, because they don’t believe the legends about the glass dome at the end of the sea, but sailors have made it all the way out there and confirmed it to be true before winding up dead. For me, it doesn’t matter either way. We’re here and there ain’t no way out. The only thing we need to watch out for are those damned hooks that catch people and send them rocketing up into the sky. Most of them don’t come back. Your chances of getting snatched by one of them depends on where you live. I mean, they’re everywhere but there’s a higher concentration of them in the city. It’s even worse downtown. We can barely see the sky between the thick mass of lines reaching down to us. They’re baited with all kinds of different things people crave. I’ve seen drugs on ‘em, money, pornos, candy, baseball cards, toys, and promises of a better lif
