A facetious analysis of a Jack Handey quotation

"As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint." - Jack Handey

The narrator (whom I can't distinguish from the writer) alludes to mortality, painting the sky's change over time encapsulated within the salmon (while making us aware of the way we illustrate an object/color by its name and the way its association makes that moment meaningful as a surreal moment where Wittgenstein on stilts Freudian-trips over Proust) so that we are thinking back to the visual figure of the moment that the narrator is thinking back. The internal imagery inverts itself so that it cancels each other out and completes each other doing a strange parody of the yin/yang balance. The process of us reading the quotation makes the passage turn into an active microcosm, the way we move back and forth visually between ourselves and our reflected selves and the idea of our reflection reacting to the idea of ourselves when we're in a hall of mirrors and the passage's structure reverses the time while the interior world speeds it forward but unlike what would happen in reality if you did that, which would be akin to causing a record scratch, the author reveals the potential of the artifice of writing except his record scratch brings us back to the interpretive gap that triggered my response.