Had a dream.
I bought a bag of shellfish and brought it back home.
I left it on the kitchen table, losing a sense of time.
Couple hours later, I opened the container that kept all the shellfish like a bag of coins.
All the souls of the shellfish steamed up like a cup of hot black coffee fighting against the cold.
They vaporized into the air, drifting outside my window.
If a shellfish can have a soul, I must go and find mine.