eel fingers π
a dream where my fingers turned into eels. eel salad. eel soup. jellied eels. please don't consume my fragile fingers. i am all soft hands but i promise i have worked.
a freshwater eel makes a home under the rocks. eating its own tail. making the shape of infinity, though it isn't immortal. it is an idea in the same way that an idea is a mystery. better my fingers than my toes. but i shall wake up soon. confused and thirsty.
metaphysics is what exists beyond the objective; there is something metaphysical about the eel; living at the intersection between knowledge and faith [...] the eel is a fish that transcends the piscine condition. perhaps it doesnβt even realize itβs a fish.
β patrik svensson, the gospel of the eels