My mother is dead. Almost no one was at her funeral. Why would people come to her funeral? After all, my mother wasn’t important to anyone except me. She was a frail, silent woman. Like a ghost... Actually she was already dead when she was alive and we just had to lower her into the ground. Now it seems that my last connection with life has gone forever. But who cares? I have nothing to lose. I feel crushed between these walls. That’s why I like aquariums. Actually aquariums have glass walls, too. But if it were a very large aquarium full of beautiful accessories like sunken galleys, rocks with holes resembling small caves, shady weed, it would epitomize a small but very beautiful world. You would know that it was fake, but you would accept that. But this world is totally different, the walls here are real.