Today I Am Not Such A Hero As Yesterday Kristin Bird I do not remember the fishtank blinking above the couch in the living room. It was surely lighted because of the hour. I do not remember the material of the blanket. I don't remember the hour. I do not remember daybreak. Neither of us were crazy, no crazier than the other or anyone else. I only remember relief that needed no convincing. The fish (Faulkner's fish, the small kind, disinterested, named) was almost as huge as ourselves. I am amazed by all I do not remember. We are pulled through the eye of the fish, one tragedy after another.