15:50: Spent hours stood balanced on that fallen tree motionlessly staring into those shaded murky waters waiting for the precise split second moment to hit that fish with that needle sharpened tree branch pole.

fizzy yoghurt and exploding chocolate.
(are food)

"submarine sonar operator: be a part of something"
-british royal navy ad ont radio

But the pole was a spoon and the murky waters were the swirling maelstrom of milk slowly diffusing through my tea. And there was no fish.