July 11, 2009
The lease to Paul's post-divorce digs allows only fish as pets. He sells his enormous flat-screen TV before the move (the ex-wife was right about one thing) and replaces it with an even bigger aquarium, which he places in his new living room where the TV would've gone. He would take in stray fish, if he could, but the likelihood of them landing on his doorstep is rather slim. Instead, he starts adopting stray plants. Plants dragged gasping onto curbs, leaves just curling into brown, heads bowed to accept their sad fate. Discarded weeds, he replants. These are his friends.