They are swimming around today and it is disconcerting. But they bend to no will but their own, so he must live with them. They have names now, the larger ones which makes it easier, for he can engage them in conversation, although it is all monologue as they have nothing to say. He hopes they will one day just up and leave, but for some it has been years so departure is unlikely. But as he ages he knows his end will come, and with it, so will theirs, and they will float in his eyes no more.