With an air of disgust we gazed down at the small soft-bodied sea creatures laid out before us, limpid and half-cold, their viscera, gills, ears — although an excellent meal might be fixed thereby, and though it was a very fine day, looking at all those fins — pelvic fins, dorsal fins, anal fins, pectoral fins, caudal fins — dealt us a coup of nausea, struck us like a blow of existential refusal, entirely unwanted, yes, it was a heady dose of nausea —

It was the time of Pisces, and we longed to die.

Jacob Siefring
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