I must say, swimming around in this pool, revisting the same specimen of choral plant over and over again is very reassuring of my existence. I mean... It's like, whenever I see this plant, I am satisfied and pacified in knowing I am alive.

It's like like it's home. It can't be home since I can't leave. And it's not like it's prison, since I am not being punished. But I swim around sniffing at this wall, and that wall. Funny how I find a new wall everytime I turn.

And there's the plant again.

Oh look! Another wall!

Mmmm...plant.

Wall.

Plant.