Paging Doctor S to Room 4, Please
It’s funny how you can grow up seeing something without ever taking notice of it. I’ve seen this fish tank at least once a year for the last 24 years, and just now I’m noticing that it has a clown fish. It’s orange, and loud, and frankly hard to miss. If I’m honest, I don’t recognize any of these fish. Surely not all of them have survived for as long as I have, they must have been replaced at some point. I don’t even know how long fish live. Maybe they’ve watched me grow from behind the glass— recognized me as I’ve walked in with pigtails or piercings. Do fish even have long-term memory? Isn’t the whole joke something to do with memory and a goldfish? It doesn’t matter. I hope they don’t know who I am either way; I haven’t noticed them at all.