we are all fishing. the world is globular and all water. all over, we speckle the surface, in our boats. some with different lures and others with longer lines, all fishing.

our bobbers on the surface tell us a shallow and single-pointed story of the beast beneath pulling on the other end of the line.

what we don’t know, at the center of it all, is the same big fish. it will pull you out of your boat and under and swallow you whole.