Trapped in a concrete chamber, a man pulls a lever again and again, each motion fracturing his sense of time, self, and purpose. The disembodied authroties from above demands keep pouring in. Obedience. Deliverance. Purity. The walls hum. The cycle repeats.

Fish Bowl is a nightmarish descent into routine and control, a Kafka-esque loop of work, guilt, and delusion. Reality bends, and the line between punishment and purgatory begins to blur.