Fishing Planet Chromebook

Fishing had lived for me as an idea — a cinematic cliché, a grandfather’s hobby I’d only seen in photos: a silhouette at dawn, a cup of coffee steaming, a rod arcing like a question into glassy water. My roommate, Mara, swore it was patience and solitude, things I didn’t believe I had. But tonight curiosity had teeth. I typed “how to start fishing” into the Chromebook and let the scroll begin.