Being a fish is hard. Being a fish that lives in a tank is even more difficult. You look out at the weird wide world and it doesn’t make any sense to your fish brain.
Sure, there can be a riot of colors and you can’t quite figure out what you’re looking at but is that really any different than living in the coastal reefs?
The hardest part is coming to the realization that you’re trapped. It seems like you should be able to go on forever but then you run into that clear barrier. And that barrier is almost in all directions except up.
Once you make that distinction, it all kind of goes downhill from there. Food magically arrives at a pretty consistent time every day. Consistent enough that it gets dull.
So you try exploring. The little plants are fun to play in but even they lose their mystique over time. And there are only so many times you can swim through the castle.
That leaves you with attempting to have a conversation with Bubbles the Diver. But that guy is like a broken record. And what the heck does he eat that makes him so gassy?