Street Fish


In New York’s Chinatown there are seafood restaurants that display fish in tanks positioned near the windows, apparently to imply the fish they serve are as fresh as can be. However, the fish a customer dines on has likely died waiting to be consumed. In fact, due to prolonged trauma they are no longer as tasty as their schoolmates whose lives were ended quickly. Fish in Chinatown suffer prolonged deaths. I’ve seen eels linger for months. Cod can last three weeks. Called snow fish in the neighborhood they appear from the cold waters of the North Atlantic, strong and robust, their eyes exuding confidence they'll find their way back to the sea. But as days become weeks the look in their eyes changes, confidence giving way to confusion, to desperation, finally to defeat as they settle passively to the bottom of the tanks, acknowledging their fate.

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