Tuesday, February 3, 2015


I ate some delicious fish and thought I saw a lady eyeing me from the box it came in, as I stared at the picture on it. Frozen fish, a face frozen in time; could there be more? Sure enough, as I began cutting, careful not to hurt or disfigure her, she emerged, as though from behind the curtain of a stage, in all her glamour and celebrity.

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