美しい鰭

It's as if a quarrel in the kitchen suddenly turns into a philosophy of the ocean. First, “why did you throw it away?” and hurtful remarks, followed by waves, evolution, asteroids, and an attempt to grow beautiful fins to swim against the current. The usual “this thing is dear to me” turns out to be connected with the whole world - memories, fatigue, laughter, and those very nights when everything was falling apart, but you wanted to remain yourself.

Here, a frivolous argument coexists with bitter fatigue, and fatigue with a quiet “thank you.” And amid all this, a strange but beautiful feeling arises: sometimes even a lost thing or a silly grievance becomes an impetus to finally swim not by inertia, but in your own direction - with a slightly naive but stubborn belief in a good world.