He was trying to raise sea creatures that rightly belonged to the sea. A project lightly taken in a frivolous moment of mental absence the responsibility of which had gotten out of control. Instead of a large swimming pool size tank he had all the poor things crammed in a small aquarium sized glass tub. The excrement was building up to a level you could not longer see them swimming around unless they bumped against the inside of the glass. The second segment of his latent concern had built up to a point that he acted precipitously. His haste saw him transferring the creatures to a large plasticized corrugated box. One that sat below his television that he later found that had an elevated water that was running way too hot. The animals had been kept in a opaque water filled bag as he did not wish to look at them. The whale inside was obviously in distress. He couldn’t contemplating any contact with its long gray faceless brow anymore. Call it guilt perhaps? He became fearful of being responsible for the possibility of their agonizing deaths. For one who was ever fearful of failing at responsibilities to others he had too cavalierly taken on the fate of Phaeton. A peculiar habit afflicting mankind in general within in a world where the regular Gods long responsible for such tasks had been laid off and banished before his own birth. A pernicious human Satan pretending to offer the borrowed light of the television as his wisdom in managing the governing laws of the universe. The unspecified penalties for his mismanagement threatening to extend through to the eternal.
The Cardboard Aquarium