Fish complains to a turtle on the another side.
Fish complains to a turtle on the another side.
Fish: “I never expected that coincidently I would have a chance of diving in a room again after 17 years.Born in an island next to the sea, yet, seems it’s meant to be living inside a fish tank, which is so used to the square shaped space. By luck by chance, this tank can let me swim towards the ocean. Here, it is comparatively free with these white walls, and the sound of passing-by vehicles, that used to be utter noise for me in the normal days; now, during these unordinary normal days, the noise of tram rails becomes a voice of the city to comfort me and drive me far away from home.”
Fish complains to a turtle on the another side.
Fish: “But the idea of being productive is actually not productive.”