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January 13, 2015
I dropped the yellow banded snail into the aquarium, among the half-eaten plants, ravaged by reproducing snails. The mollusk had a protruding tube that seemed to feel its territory, like the tusk of an elephant. I was listening to my mom try and hold a conversation. She kept forgetting what she just said, even telling me I said something I did not. A moment of clarity dawned on me through the rippling surface effects. Something was wrong. Was she high? Had to be. Didn't seem herself. Was it something I did? Or failed to do? What is going on?