Igothy awoke, or rather, he didn’t. A gardening class was forgotten because it was scheduled to be before noon. Barely. 11:45 AM is still morning despite it being so close to afternoon. So a class was skipped altogether. 1 PM in the afternoon was the window to the waking world, and it greeted Igothy’s eyes with mild surprise. If only there was one more zero in that sequence, it would’ve been 10:00, our original wake up window.

Until now, breakfast or brunch or lunch has not been eaten. What is wrong with Igothy today? In fact, his little fishy scales have not been smoothed down, and he smells fishier than usual today. “It’s a lazy day I think,” sighed Igothy as he fought his clam bed. Indeed.

from calico courtney brooke

Bjork needs to find her way into my music collection.

Igothy awoke to find his lungs missing. Being a fish, he was contemplative. While leaving the house, the doctors transplanted a new pair into his scaly chest. He was ready to paint a masterpiece that day. Suddenly he realised the sun had already set. He had spent too much time washing his face, tweezing his eyebrows, and receiving surgery to notice the sunset. Unperturbed, he went out for dinner because his hunger revealed itself to him. Igothy hoped his plans wouldn’t fail the next day. He also hoped his sweetheart had good homeostasis.