Dmitri. Dmitri Ronald. Dmitri Ronald loved goldfish. He loved all kinds of fish – from the graceful, beautiful and dangerous jellyfish to the large, misshapen and awkward sunfish. But goldfish were his favorite. In his apartment, next to his dark navy curtains was a small, round, wooden table. On the table was a bowl filled with dark blue rocks (because any other color in contrast to the blue curtains would certainly make the fish anxious) and clear, filtered water. After a trip to the pet store, Dmitri removed two strands of dark green, plastic seaweed from their packaging. He made completely sure that every edge was dull and smooth before placing them in the unnaturally clear water. Carefully he slid the rounded plastic plants into the cool liquid with a small plop. They drifted into place through a trail of small bubbles, and settled at the bottom of the bowl. Feeling that his perfect goldfish home was complete, Dmitri sighed and stood back to admire his work. He had to admit that plastic was not the ideal material for making seaweed for a fish’s home, and the shape and size of some of the rocks made him a bit nervous. But he smiled anyway. He then turned around to compare his most recent addition to the eleven other bowls arranged neatly around his apartment. Dmitri Ronald didn’t have many friends.