“My dad gave me a big aquarium once. Huge, tons of different fish inside. And I loved it: I fed them, cleaned it, the whole shebang.
“Then one day, I don’t know why, I decided to stop feeding them. At first I think they were confused. They would come to the surface, as if asking for food. Then the big ones started eating the smaller ones. The small ones would gang up on each other… Real nasty. The skirmishes were so loud sometimes that they would wake me up in the middle of the night.
“They lasted about three weeks. At the end there was only one left; it had been through hell I can tell ya. I swear it looked straight at me through the glass.
“All these years later I still think: why did I do it? Honestly, I don’t know the answer.”