Fishmarket

In an effort to become what you eat you consume seven tons of lobster. Six weeks of complaint filled days pass but no lobsterness in sight. And then on the seventh week, a Tuesday afternoon, if that matters, you notice a pincer growing behind one of your knees.

old fish market
a million dead fish
your hair colour 

Michael O’Brien

Fishmarket

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