Possessions, Power, Desire, and Bereft – are all words (along with every other word) unknown to the fish swimming in the pond. In the pond, the waters are murky, and they run deep. Every morning, the fish would wake up to witness the brand new day. But, of course – the fish has no mornings, no afternoons, evenings, or nights for that matter. Simply a vast undulating stretch of pale blue, carrying all in itself – round and round the depths.