I posted the whole story a while ago

But I think it deserves a repeat.

"The air is like being wanted, we say, and they nod approvingly. The air is like being pushed and pulled and yanked, punched and slapped and misunderstood and loved, we say, and the fishes sigh and touch our forearm sympathetically."

-Dave Eggers, "How the Water Feels to the Fishes"