At one point in time I actually went around pretending that I would be able to give people a hint of what goes on in all of the pictures I have flowing through my head, if I could just tranfer bits and pieces of them into words and so I wrote a story about a small blue fish living in a cup of coffee... This was during the period when I had not even disovered coffee... I just thought the metaphor that I got from someone elses dream was a good one.... Not that I really knew what it was a metaphor of, but still...

I really love fish.

And coffee.

I just don't like grabbing the live ones.

Fish, that is.