Some wise words from an old man
They had promised rain and storms yesterday, which would’ve been welcome indeed, because the wells are drying up in the heat outside, but none came. Instead it was a warm and beautiful day and in the evening, the moon shone bright thru gray clouds, a sliver just like in a cartoon like in my little pony or something.
Thus I went out early this morning, before the unrelenting heat, and went fishing with my mum. I caught three, threw them back, but the fourth one I caught I cut its head off with a knife and gutted.
On my fishing rod is printed the text: “never give up” a sentiment which I absolutely do not share, because knowing when to let go and when a cause is lost I think are absolutely essential to make it through this grim world. Sometimes it’s grim. Hold on to what you have like that snail I dreamt about.
And do not rush to the grave.