A fish in the sky

A fish in the sky is as absurd and artificial as a suicide aero-plane in haste. Both are spectacles of head-tilting nostalgia. If only grounded flight is ever fanciful, what happens then to sky? I would like to think that she becomes the merciful backdrop that contains this shattered innocence, in spite of her. She has, over centuries, come to understand that her changelings now will forever prefer layers to simply surfaces.